He moved away as he saw me coming, then, recognizing me, he stood his ground. It was as if almost he were relieved to see me.
"Oh, it's you, is it?" he said.
I asked him who he thought it was, and he said he thought it was that little beast Withers.
I said, "I daresay you did. I saw Withers this morning."
He said quite calmly he supposed that was why I was here.
I said I had been here before I had seen Withers.
"I see," he said. "He's told you."
I said Withers had told me nothing I didn't know.
"You didn't know anything," he said. "You simply came here to find out."
I said: Yes, that was what I had come for.