“It is, sir.”
“And your researches teach us that, upon every Thursday, Sturton rides over to Seaford, generally in the evening?”
“Aye, your honour, to a small tavern called ‘The Anchor.’”
“And there meets a red-headed, seafaring man to whom he pays money.”
“Pre-cisely, sir.”
“The sailor-man’s name being Skag—Jonas Skag.”
“The same, your honour.”
“Why, then, Bob, see the horses saddled; we will go a-riding.”
“To Seaford, sir?”
“To Seaford, Bob.”