"What the mischief should I be doing at your shed at night-time ?" "I said nothing about night-time." "I'm here all day, ain't I?
If you're going to palm off any story against me, Mr.Heathcote, you'll find yourself in the wrong box.
What I does I does on the square." Heathcote was now quite sure that Jacko had been right.

He had not doubted much before, but now he did not doubt at all but that the man with whom he was speaking was the wretch who was endeavoring to ruin him.

And he felt certain, also, that Jacko was true to him.

He knew, too, that he had plainly declared his suspicion to the man himself.
But he had resolved upon doing this.

He could in no way assist himself in circumventing the man's villainy by keeping his suspense to himself.