Stafford sniffed contemptuously.
"Ass!" he muttered.

"Couldn't he see that what I meant was that Oliver must either have been mistaken, or have referred to some other Greyle whom he met?
Hang his pride! Well, now," he went on, turning to the fisherman, "you're dead certain about what you've told us ?" "As certain as mortal man can be of aught there is!" answered the informant.

"Sure certain, mister." "Make a note of it, constable," said Stafford.

"Mr.Oliver was last seen going up the path to the Keep, having said he meant to call on Mr.
Marston Greyle.

I'll call on you again tomorrow morning.