“Please, sir, this is Redwood’s belt, and I promised to give it to him.”
“Go back. What is your name?”
“Jones, sir.”
“Whose house are you in?”
“Mr Sharpe’s.”
“Do not let me find you out of bounds again, Jones.”
And he fixed me with his eye as if to impress me with the fact that he would certainly know me again.
“But, sir, Redwood—”
“Did you hear me, sir?”
I capitulated, cowed and indignant. I was beginning to understand what the fellows said about Mr Jarman.