"Yes, sorr."
"He'd never come, and if he did, he'd shout the place down."
"Faith, he'd be silent enough, sorr, wid a rope gag in him."
"We couldn't keep him ten days, and he'd have a tearing action against us—not that I'd care about that. See here, Moriarty."
"Yes, sorr."
"Down with you to the village and station, and if by any chance you see him with Mr. Dashwood—well, b'gad, I'll do it. Get him up here; tell him I want to see him. We may as well try."
"Yes, sorr."
Moriarty went into the stables and slipped on his jacket. An hour later he returned from the village with the news that Mr. Dashwood and the strange gentleman had departed for London by the five o'clock train.
Early next morning, with the letters, arrived the telegram that Mr. Dashwood had despatched the night before.