“Where did you see my son and—er—the lady?”
“Where did I sin ’em? Up road.”
“Where were you?”
“Ahint the hedge.”
“And what were you doing behind the hedge—wiring?”
“Naw. On’y got me bat-fowling nets.”
“But you were hiding, sir?”
“Well, what o’ that? ’Bliged to hide. Can’t go out anywhere o’ nights now wi’out summun watching yer. Can’t go for a few sparrers but some on ’em says its pardridges.”
“What time was it?”
“Hey?”