“I was on the platform beneath, fishing, sir; and the fisherman I was with dredged them up afterwards, and sold them to Mr Barclay.”
“Yes,” said that individual. “I have them still.”
“Bah! Absurd!” cried Rockley, throwing back his head. “Colonel Lascelles, are you going to believe this folly?”
“I am powerless, Major Rockley,” said the Colonel in a quick, sharp manner. “This charge is made in due form.”
“And it is enough for me, sir,” said the constable, stepping forward. “Major Rockley, I arrest you on the charge of murder.”
Rockley made a quick movement towards the door, but stopped short.
“Pish! I was surprised,” he exclaimed, as the constable sprang in his way. “What do you want to do?”
“Take you, sir.”
“What? Disgraced like this?” cried Rockley furiously.
“Colonel, you will not allow the insult to the regiment. Give your word that I will appear.”