"His hands were empty," replied Glass positively. "I will not bear false witness against my neighbour."
"All right, skip it!" said the Sergeant. "Now, you've been in this district some time, haven't you?"
"For three years, Sergeant."
"Well, what do you know about these Fletchers?"
"Their eyes stand out with fatness; they have more than heart could wish."
"Yes, that's a lot of use, isn't it? What about the nephew?"
"I know nothing of him, either good or ill."
"And the late Ernest?"
A sombre look came into Glass's face. "He that pursueth evil pursueth it to his own death."
The Sergeant pricked up his ears. "What evil?"