“You say that you were in Batters’ company three months ago.”
“I might have been.”
“How long ago is it since you last saw him?”
“I couldn’t exactly say.”
“Where did you last see him?”
“Where?” He looked round and round the room, as if seeking for information. Then the fashion of his countenance changed, an ugly look came on it. “I’m not going to tell you when I saw him last, nor where. It’s no business of yours. You mind your own business, and leave mine alone. And as for your policeman, I don’t care for no policeman. Why should I? I’m an honest man. So you get out of my way and let me pass; and that’s all about it.”
“Have you seen Benjamin Batters within the month?”
“Never you mind!”
“Your words are a sufficient answer. I believe that you have been conspiring with Benjamin Batters with fraudulent intent. If you do not furnish me with abundant proof that my suspicions are unfounded I shall summon a constable, and give you into custody upon that charge.”
It was a piece of pure bluff upon my part, which failed.