"He isn't one of the gang?"
Tom grew reticent of a sudden.
"Don't you be for askin' me, Master Jasper."
"Well, about the foreigner. Are you sure you know him?"
"Maybe I be wrong, master."
"He and Durrell are something of a size."
"That be true."
"I'm glad you've told me this, Tom. You'll find half a side of bacon waiting to be given away up at the Hall."
Tom jogged his hat.
"Thank ye, Master Jasper. I doan't drop no words into t' old women's laps. I keep t' spigot in, sir, 'cept when a gentleman o' sense be about."