He took from his pocket a key and with it unlocked the cottage door. The two men passed inside, and the squire of Westville immediately followed.
"Take a look about before you say anything," he said. "We must not be overheard."
Martin's lip curled, but he did as requested, and Toglet did the same. Not a soul but themselves was anywhere in sight.
"We're all right, squire," said Martin. "So we'll get to business without delay."
"Exactly, exactly! And did you—is he—is he gone?" asked Squire Paget, breathing hard.
"Yes, he's gone," returned Martin, boldly. "He went over the top of the big cliff, and that is the end of him."
"You are sure it was the right boy?"
"Yes, he said his name was Ralph Nelson," put in Toglet.
"You saw him go—go down all right?" asked the squire, hesitatingly. "There was no failure——"
"Not a bit of it," said Martin. "He went over into the rocks below and into the water. He gave one scream, and that was all," he added, dramatically.