"Then you can buy and eat your own calf; that's better than looking to any one?" I answered, to put a better face on it.
"Oh, I live on veal; but it's the overlooking of what's past that I mean."
"I know, but that will come in time, I'm sure," I answered.
"I hope so. Anyway, I am going to keep on in the narrow path here till something turns up elsewhere that will not bring me under Moth's eye."
"I wish Moth were hanged, the scamp!" I cried; "he has caused enough trouble."
"Oh, I don't know," Fox answered. "He sees things as he sees them. But now about your Uncle Job's affair, for abusing Moth is not going to get him out of jail."
"No, but you will," I answered, confidently.
"I don't know. I will do what I can; but if you want me to be of help, go on to the Dragon and find out more about the affair. Everything, mind, not overlooking a word or look. For it is always some trifle nobody regards that affords the clew to every crime, the constables say."
"I will," I cried, starting off.
"Hold on there! When you have found out all you can I want you to come and tell me."