“Give yourself up,” said the man with the blunderbuss. He was the sexton and spoke authoritatively; and the man with the shovel supported the order with the words: “It never misses fire.”
“What should I give myself up for?” asked Gyves.
“Trespassing.”
“And robbing the dead,” added the grave digger.
“Drop your gun,” commanded Gyves, “I’m an officer.”
He pulled open his doublet exposing his badge of authority.
“And, moreover,” he continued, “I have taken nothing.”
The sexton looked inquiringly at his companion.
“I saw him search the pockets of one of those corpses.”
“For my papers and to identify him,” responded Gyves, “and found nothing. The paper I wanted was not there.”