“And pray how came you to think my name was Julius?” said Mr Halgrove, becoming interested.
“Oh! please sir, wasn’t it you that was talking to Jeffreys last night in the minster yard?”
It was too dark for Jonah to see Mr Halgrove’s eyebrows go up at this unexpected question.
“Julius, come in, sir. So you know the gentleman I was speaking to yesterday,” said he, coolly. “What did you say his name was?”
“Jeffreys, sir. He’s an—”
Jonah pulled up. This man, whatever his name was, was Jeffreys’ accomplice. Jonah felt he must not commit himself.
“I beg your pardon,” said Mr Halgrove, noticing the abrupt pause.
“I am saying—it’s—it’s rather a wet night, sir,” said Jonah, making a move to walk on.
Mr Halgrove snapped his fingers to Julius, and next instant the wretched Jonah was pinned again to the bank.
“What did you say he was?” asked Mr Halgrove, lighting a fusee.