"Have you seen ever a one yourself, Sergeant, or smelt the brimstone?"
"No mam, but Roger Bent has."
"Fiddlededee again, Sergeant!"
"Eh mam?"
"Roger Bent would see or smell anything. The question is what was Mr. Dalroyd after? Since you can't find out—I will."
"As how, mam?"
"By wagging my tongue, Sergeant."
"At—who, mam?"
"Well, to begin with there is his solemn servant, Mr. Joseph——"
The Sergeant swore fiercely.