"Hoes!" said his Grace. "I've never tried them. I shall have to practise first; that's only fair."
"Yes, yes!" cried Mr. Rodney eagerly—"that's it. Take a week to practise, and then kill him quietly."
"A week! An hour will be enough," said the Duke. "Very well, hoes let it be; where can I get one?"
"At the Elephant and Drum," mumbled the paragon.
"What the deuce is that?"
"The inn to Bungay."
"An inn!" exclaimed Mr. Rodney—"an inn! The very place. There are always plenty of hoes at an inn, and things to eat, and water to wash in. The Elephant and Drum is the very place for us."
"How far is it?" said his Grace.
"Only a mile, straight on," said Mr. Bush, "as the rooks a-go."