"What did Grannie do?"
"She just looked at them from under that big black sun-bonnet, and muttered things no one heard. But her eyes were like points of burning sticks, and they all crept out one after another, afraid of they didn't know what. But Julie's been on the watch all day, and would hardly let us out of her sight. But she couldn't watch us both when we were not together. So Nance got a bundle of things ready for you, and then went out with another bundle and Julie followed her, and I slipped off here."
"Bernel, I don't know how to thank you all! What should I have done without you?"
"You'd have been dead, most likely. It's not that they cared much for Tom, you know, but they don't like the idea of a Sark man being killed by a foreigner and no one paying for it."
"But I'm not a foreigner—"
"Yes you are, to them. Of course you're not a Frenchman, but all the same you're not a Sark man. Good thing for you you'd lived with us and we'd got to know you and like you."
"Yes, that was a good thing indeed. I'm only sorry to have brought you trouble and to be such a trouble to you."
"If we thought you'd done it of course we wouldn't trouble. But we know you couldn't have."
"Nothing fresh has turned up?"
"Nothing yet. But Nance says it will, sure. Truth must out, she says."