"Mebbe that's about the size of it," growled Jefferson.
Lomax paused awhile. Then—
"What's all this nonsense about?" he demanded sharply.
Jefferson, in his turn, halted before speaking.
"Joe Strangeways slipped into t' Bull, Mr. Lomax, a neet or two back, without your hearing him. Ye'd best hearken to what he has to say."
"I will. Speak up, Strangeways."
Joe shifted under his enemy's steady gaze. Then, with his eyes on the ground, he repeated his story. Every one watched Griff's face.
"Well," said Jefferson, "what have ye to say to yon?"
"Say? That it is a damned lie!" retorted Lomax, coolly.
"Are ye for denying that t' inspector chap war wi' ye in t' Bull that night?"