"An' where'll you beat a rook-rifle for doin' that?" demanded Thomas Fallow. "If I'm willin' to take the risks——"
"'Tain't a question o' willingness, but tatties," said Mr. Chittenden, still unappeased.
"Then put the case afore the sergeant as is stayin' at the police-station," said George.
There was a moment's pause, then Aaron spoke.
"The motion is carried," he said, "an' the meetin' stands adjourned sinny die."
I did not meet any of the members for several days afterwards; then chance took me in the direction of George Hangar's workshop. I found him engrossed in the unheard-of task of arranging and packing his tools.
"Well?" I asked.
He rasped his chin pensively with a chisel.
"Did the interview with the Sergeant take place?"