“Jason’s not burnt. He’s runned away.”
“Runned away?”
“Yes,” pursued Pasco; “’cos he didn’t want to have to give evidence as to what he knew.”
“What wor that?”
“He comed to the Cellars, and found someone there doin’ of the wickedness, and he runned away so as not to have to say what he didn’t want to be forced to say.”
“What was that?”
“It’s not for me to speak!”
“Someone did it! who could ha’ done it?” said the clarionet. “I thought it wor proved, if I may be so bould, that you, Mr. Churchwarden, comed back to the Cellars.”
“I?” exclaimed Pasco, becoming purple in the face. “It suited somebody’s convenience to say so, but I was in the linhay minding the hoss, and I put it to the company’no one can be in two places at once, can they?”
“There’s something in that.”