"D'ye ken his wife's name ?" she gasped.

"I ca'ed her Mirren! And maybe the body's no' mairried! Hech sirs! Hech sirs!" Meanwhile Dickson was bumping along the moor-road on the back of the post-cart.

He had worked out a plan, just as he had been used aforetime to devise a deal in foodstuffs.

He had expected one of the watchers to turn up, and was rather relieved that it should be Dobson, whom he regarded as "the most natural beast" of the three.

Somehow he did not think that he would be molested before he reached the station, since his enemies would still be undecided in their minds.