“To let that old fellow go on. I don’t like his looks.”
“The old countryman?”
“Yes; I wish I had arrested him—him and his wife.”
“Arrested them?”
Stuart nodded.
“I have an instinct about rascals, Surry; and something tells me that I have been guilty of an imprudence.”
“Was not his explanation satisfactory?”
“No.”
“What could be wrong?”
“Everything.”