“Fall, sir?”
“Bullet!”
“Accidental, sir?”
Hereupon Sir John briefly recapitulated the affair, to Mr. Potter’s round-eyed surprise.
“Lord, sir,” quoth he, “I thought nobody never shot at nothing nor nobody except pore Potter, these days.”
“Have you seen anything of your friends Oxham or Sturton lately?”
“Aye, sir, seed ’em this very day, I did, over to ’Friston.”
“’Friston!” exclaimed Sir John. “Why, that is Lord Sayle’s place, surely.”
“Aye it be, sir. So there Potter went; ye see, nobody never thought o’ lookin’ for me in Lord Sayle’s barns. Well, sir, theer I did behold Oxham an’ Sturton along o’ Lord Sayle. Lord Sayle was a-fencing wi’ a gentleman in his shirt-sleeves.”
“Ah, fencing was he?”