"No harm, master. Why, I seed 'em two days ago going over t' common. I was down under yonder cutting a bit o' furze to thatch m' wood lodge with."
"What day was it—Tuesday?"
"It ud be Tuesday."
Jasper sat and stared across the turnip field with the level stare of grim preoccupation. Tom Stook's lean figure had faced about, and was receding, with rhythmical strokes of the hoe.
"Have you told any one about this, Tom?"
"Sure, no, I ain't, Master Jasper. I be'unt one for tongue-wagging 'bout other folks's business. Guess, though, I've been puzzled. I be'unt no baby."
"No."
"I knows t' lads, and t' rabbit runs, and t' warrens."
"I reckon you do, Tom. But Stonehanger? Mr. Durrell's not hiding the stuff, is he?"
"That be what mizzles me."