"Of course you were."
"Ran all the way."
"Of course you did."
"What are you sniggering and mocking at?" with another oath.
Hugh Ritson dropped his banter, and pointed without a word to the torn ulster and the disordered shirt-collar. Drayton glanced down at his dress in the light of the candle.
"Crossed the fields for shortness, and caught in a bramble-bush," he said, muttering.
"Drop it," said Hugh. "There's no time for it. Look here, Drayton, I'm a downright man. Don't try it on with me. As you say, it won't pass. Shall I tell you where the collar of that coat is now? It's at the police-station."
Drayton made an uneasy movement and glanced up furtively. There was no mistaking what he saw in Hugh Ritson's face.
"I've my own suspicions as to what caused that accident," said Hugh.
Drayton shuddered and shrunk back.