"What's that got to do with you?"
"You take it from me, my lad, it's got a lot to do with me. What's more, you're doing yourself no good by refusing to answer my questions."
"Don't think you can come here brow-beating me!" said Baker. "The day will come when your kind will be in the gutter, where you'd like to trample the Workers of the World under your feet!"
"One of that sort, are you?" said the Inspector. "Now you answer me quick, or I'll ask you to come along to the police station!"
"One law for the rich and another for the poor!" said Baker bitterly. "I went for a run to try out a new bike, since you want to know. I took her to Kershaw, and back. So what?"
"Kershaw, eh? Went through Stilhurst village, didn't you?"
"Suppose I did?" countered Baker, watching him.
"What time would that have been?"
"I don't know. Think I go along looking at my watch?"
"Must have passed by Mrs. Carter's place, Palings," said the Inspector conversationally.