“That young gent thinks so too.”
“Mr Macey? Absurd!”
“See how he jumped to it directly, sir.”
“Nonsense, man! Nonsense,” cried the rector. “Here, Macey, my dear boy, I suppose, as a man of peace, I must strive to convince this wrong-headed personage. Tell him that he is half mad.”
“For thinking Distin did it, sir?” replied Macey, slowly.
“Exactly—yes.”
“It wouldn’t be quite fair, sir, because I’m afraid I thought so, too.”
The constable gave his leg a slap.
“You—you dare to think that,” cried Distin.
“Hush! hush! hush!” said the rector, firmly. “Macey, my dear boy, what cause have you for thinking such a thing.”