"I don't know that it's to let," replied Fletcher.
"No?" queried Paul. "Then I must have been misinformed."
"It wur to let," said Fletcher, "and I don't say it isn't now, but I'm noan sure."
"Why, George Preston told me yesterday that you had practically given him the refusal of it."
"Ay, practically, but that noan settles the business. I've had another offer since then."
"May I ask who has made the offer?" asked Paul.
"Thou may ask, but I don't say I shall tell. However, 'appen ow of the biggest manufacturers in the town 'll have it."
"A big manufacturer wouldn't look at it," said Paul. "It's only fit for a man in a small way of business."
Fletcher looked at him and laughed. "Good-morning," he said. "'Appen I can go into it further to-morrow, but not now." And then he turned on his heel and left Paul thinking.
Before the day was out Paul heard that young Edward Wilson, the son of the man who had prosecuted him, had hired the shed for a warehouse, although there seemed no reason at all why he should do so.