“Queer sort o’ chap, that Coracle Dick! an’t he, Jack?”
“Course he be. But why do ye ask? You knowed him afore, well enough.”
“Not so well’s now. He never comed about the Court, ’ceptin’ once when fetched there—afore the old Squire on a poachin’ case. Lor! what a change! He now head keeper o’ the estate.”
“Ye say ye know him better than ye did? Ha’ ye larned anythin’ ’bout him o’ late?”
“That hae I; an’ a goodish deal too. More’n one thing as seems kewrous.”
“If ye don’t object tellin’ me, I’d like to hear what they be.”
“Well, one are, that Dick Dempsey ha’ been in the practice of somethin’ besides poachin’.”
“That an’t no news to me, I ha’ long suspected him o’ doin’s worse than that.”
“Amongst them did ye include forgin’?”
“No; because I never thought o’ it. But I believe him to be capable o’ it, or anything else. What makes ye think he a’ been a forger?”