“No, no; but anything else?”
“I mind I told him what he said over and over again about his fratch with that Garth.”
“Nothing else?”
“Why, yes, now I think on't. I mind, too, that I told him he was always running on it that something was fifty yards north of the bridge, and he could swear it, swear it in hea—”
“What did he say to that?” asked Rotha eagerly.
“Say! he said nothing, but he glowered at me till I thought sure he was off again.”
“Is that all?”
“All what, Rotha?”
“They said in evidence that Ralph—it was a lie, remember—they said that Wilson was killed fifty yards to the north of the bridge. Now his body was found as far to the south of it. Robbie knows something. I hoped to learn what he knows; but oh, everything is against me—everything, everything.”
Rising hastily, she added, “Perhaps Robbie has gone to Carlisle. I must be off, Liza.”