“No, you don’t. You dredged them up, you said, when you were shrimping and searching for Miss Dean’s bag—after the accident.”
“How do you know?” growled the fisherman fiercely.
“You told Miss Dean so when you took them to her.”
“And how do you know that?”
“You told her so when you took them to her, and she told me,” said Barclay.
“Then she told you wrong,” said Fisherman Dick sulkily. “It warn’t then.”
“Look here, my man,” said Barclay. “You may not know it, but very likely you will find yourself in an awkward position if you do not speak out.”
“Shall I?” growled the man defiantly.
“Yes; a very awkward position. You know that Mr Denville is lying under sentence of death for the murder of Lady Teigne, and stealing her jewels?”
“Oh, yes; I know all about that,” growled the fisherman.