“Just so. It’s changed a bit since I was here last. We had to drive from Barbeck then.”
“So you know the place, do you?” inquired Ratman.
“That’s so,” was the laconic rejoinder. “A resident, likely?”
“Well, not at present, or I shouldn’t be going to the inn.”
“Down here on business, I reckon? I was a bagman myself once.”
“You’re wrong again. I’ve been down to see my property, if you want to know.”
“Large estate, no doubt? Anywhere near my friend Ingleton’s plot, now?”
Mr Ratman stared at the stranger with something like consternation.
“Ingleton!” he exclaimed. “What do you know of Ingleton?”
Here the omnibus pulled up.