"Oh!" said the major, in a satirical tone. "You found it? Where?"
"At Missus Dallas' place."
Jen started, and looked sharply at the old man, who, to all appearances, was answering his questions with all possible candor.
"Be more explicit, man," he said sternly. "What do you mean by Mrs. Dallas' place? The house or the grounds?"
"The groun's, near the gate."
"When did you find it?"
"The day arter th' young gen'man was killed."
"And why didn't you give it up to the police?"
Battersea scowled.
"I wanted money for it, I did," he said huskily, "an' they wouldn't give no tin to me fur findin' it. She," pointing to Lady Meg, "is fond of pretty things, so I guv it her for five shillin'; but she didn't pay me for it."