“My what? Plunder? Why, it’s sickening! Didn’t you come to my place and thoroughly search it?”
“I did search your room, but found nothing, because I believe you had everything too well hidden. Now then, if you please, what have you got in your wagon?”
“Nothing but provisions and my clothes! Why?”
“Because of your sudden flight.”
“My sudden what?” said Anson, laughing.
“You know what I said, sir. Your sudden flight!”
“My sudden nonsense!” cried Anson angrily. “I have told you why I came away.”
“Yes,” said the superintendent; “but I’m not satisfied that this move does not mean that you have smuggled diamonds here with you to carry to where you can dispose of them.”
“Well, it’s of no use to argue with a policeman,” said Anson coolly. “You had better make another search.”