"Mr. Audrey?" he said. "The magistrate?"
The man nodded. He did not seem an unkindly personage at all. Then he smiled.
"Well, well," he said. "Less said—"
He broke off and began to whistle. Then he interrupted himself once more.
"He was still in his fit," he said, "when we came away. Mistress Manners was with him."
Intelligence was flowing back in Robin's brain like a tide. It seemed to him that he perceived things with an extraordinary clearness and rapidity. He understood he must show no dismay or horror of any kind; he must carry himself easily and detachedly.
"In a fit, was he?"
The other nodded.
"I am arrested on his warrant, then? And on what charge?"
The man laughed outright.