"Who did—Mistress Calvert?"
"Ey—she did for sure—Janet" (calling up the court). "She'll tell ye all the ins and oots."
A comfortable-looking elderly body in a white cap and print apron came to the door.
"You saw my brother—Paul, you know—when he slept at your house last Wednesday night?"
"Yes, surely," said Janet.
"What did he say?"
"Nay, nowt. It was verra late—maybe twelve o'clock—and I was bolting up and had the cannel in my hand to get me to bed, and a rap came, and when I opened the door who should it be but Mister Paul. He said he wanted a bed, but he seem't to be in the doldrums and noways keen for a crack, so I ax't na questions, but just took him to the little green room over the snug and bid him good-night."
"And next morning—did you see him then?" said Hugh.
"No, but a morning when he paid for his bed for he had nowther bite nor sup in the house."
"Did he look changed?—anything different about him?"