"How did he kill the hound?" asked Dick. "And where did you hear all this?"
"Strangled it. He's a good 'un he is; I'd like to have seen it. As for how I come to know by it, one of the men from the prison was here. He questioned me," said Brack with a grin. "Asked me if I'd seen a man like the one he gave a description of."
"What did you say?" asked Dick.
"Kept him talking for half an hour or more, gave 'im heaps of information. I filled him up, never you fear."
"But you didn't see the man?" said Dick.
"Lor' no! Wish I had, and that he was stowed away somewhere. I told the fellow I'd seen just such a man as he described, with his hands bound up in bandages, and a cloth round his neck. Said he'd a suit of old sailor's togs on, and that he went out in a boat with a lot of rowdy fellers to a 'tramp' in the Bay, and he didn't come back," chuckled Brack.
"And what was the result of your false information?" asked Dick.
"I'll tell you what the result will be. It will put 'em off the scent; they'll think he's gone off on the 'tramp' to London, and they'll give him a rest on the moor for a bit," said Brack.
"You think the man is still on the moor?"
"'Course; where else should he be?"