“Quite a proper thing for you to be doing,” I said, “and certainly no business of Godfrey’s. Every one has a perfect right to move packing-cases about from place to place.”
“He told me he was going for the police, so—”
“I don’t think you need have taken any notice of that threat. The police know Godfrey quite well. They hate being worried just as much as I do.”
“So I knocked him down.”
“You must have hit him in several places at once,” I said, “to have broken so many bones.”
“The fact is,” said Bob, “that he got up again.”
“That’s just the sort of thing he would do. Any man of ordinary good feeling would have known that when he was knocked down he was meant to stay down.”
“Then the two other men who were with me, young fellows out of the town, set on him.”
“Was one of them particularly freckly?” I asked.
“I didn’t notice. Why do you ask?”