"That's for you to say. If you don't I can get it from someone else--that all."
"From whom?"
"From the police over at Newcaster."
"Indeed; why should they give you five and twenty pounds?"
"Oh, come off of it!--what do you think you're playing at? You know very well why they'll give me five and twenty pound, and if you don't I'll tell you--I'm not afraid."
"Why?"
"Why!--for putting them on to Miss Dorothy Gilbert, what's wanted for that little job last night at 'The Bolton Arms.' Now do you understand?"
"I hope I don't."
"Then you needn't hope; because you do. I speak plainly enough, Mr Frazer."
"From your post of vantage, behind these bushes, did you hear all that was said?"