“Of course I don’t. When once you take a dislike to a man, you see nothing but evil in him. You invent things.”
“Oh, do I!” cried Jerry. “Never mind. I couldn’t invent so much wickedness as he’s got in him, if I tried all night. Now, just let me ask you two or three questions.”
“Go on then,” said Dick, wearily.
“Here goes then. You know your cousin to be in the habit of going out grassing and taking walks up Constitootion Hill for training hisself?”
“Well, no, Jerry, I never did.”
“Never found him fond o’ buttercups and daisies, or prospects and views and that sort o’ thing?”
“No.”
“Nor yet taking six or seven or eight-mile walks to get himself a happetite?”
“Never.”
“Then don’t it seem a little strange as he should have done it that day and walked on and on, and never once made out that you were close behind him all the time?”