Drayton made no attempt to conceal his relief when the door closed and the fly drove off. "I ain't sorry the fence is gone, and that's flat!"
"Only, being gone, you will have a bigger risk to run now, my friend," said Hugh Ritson, with undisguised contempt.
Drayton looked up with a glance half of fear, half of suspicion. "You ain't gone and rounded on a fellow, after all? You ain't told him as I'm here?"
"Don't be a fool! Get off to bed. Wait, you must put me up for the night. You'll take care of yourself if you're wise. The police will be here in the morning; take my word for that."
"Here? In the morning? No!"
"When they asked for his address, he gave them the name of this house. They'll not forget it. Men of that sort don't forget."
"I'll pound if they don't."
"They have memories for other things besides addresses. Consider if they have any other reason to remember the landlord of your house."
"No criss-crossing! you don't do me the same as the old woman."
"No matter. You know best. Take care of yourself, Mr. Drayton."