“But when you bring me in you’ll have to make some kind of a charge.”
“Oh, I suppose they’ll merely ask you to explain your business up here.”
“And if I stand on my rights as a free man, and refuse to tell my business?”
Stonor shrugged. “That’s not up to me. I shan’t be the one to question you.”
“Is it a crime to live alone?”
“No. But why did you run away when I came to see you?”
“I didn’t run away.”
“Don’t know what you call it, then. When you saw us coming you hid in a tree.”
“Who was us?” asked Imbrie, with a leer.