"One thing I heard plain, sir," said Simmons in conclusion, "and that was that the cap'n was to get a good bit o' gold when the Frenchman married the lady, and a good bit more when he came into the estates."
"What estates?"
"That I can't tell you, sir; 'the estates' was all I heard—terres was the word as was used."
"Oh! And why do you betray your master?"
"Well, sir, he've led me a dog's life for years; holds over me that hangin' business on the old road; and then after I'd served him faithful leaves me to shift for myself with a bullet in my arm. I don't owe him no thanks."
Harry stood in thought for a few moments.
"You're a Londoner, I think, Simmons?" he said at length.
"Ay, sir."
"What trade were you bred to?"
"A joiner, sir."