“What absolute rot!”
“But, look here, are you certain——”
“I shall be all right. Where do you want me to go?”
“It’s a place about a mile or two from here, called Lower Borlock.”
“Lower Borlock?”
“Yes, do you know it?”
“Rather! I’ve been playing cricket for them all the term.”
“I say, have you? Do you know a man called Barley?”
“Barley? Rather—he runs the ‘White Boar’.”
“He’s the chap I owe the money to.”