“How then?”
“I feel sure he was hurt with an iron bar.”
“Why, who would hurt him in that brutal way?”
“Someone who hated him.”
“Gammon!”
“Very well—gammon, then. But when did we see him last?”
“Last? Last? Oh, I know; when we went to the smelting-house to find Tom Dinass.”
“Well, we left him behind there. The door must have swung-to and shut him in.”
“Then you think Tom Dinass did it.”
“Yes, I do.”