“Alfreton, yes.” The policeman was now convinced the man was a wrong-’un. But fortunately he was not a pushing constable, he did not want to rise in the police-scale: thought himself safest at the bottom.
“And which is the way to the station here?” asked Mr. May.
“Do yer want Pinxon or Bull’ill?”
“Pinxon or Bull’ill?”
“There’s two,” said the policeman.
“For Selverhay?” asked Mr. May.
“Yes, them’s the two.”
“And which is the best?”
“Depends what trains is runnin’. Sometimes yer have to wait an hour or two—”
“You don’t know the trains, do you—?”