This was not serious; but now came Sim's landlord.

He had called on the tailor the previous morning for his rent and could not get it.

Late the same night Sim had knocked at his door with the money.
"When I ax't him where he'd come from so late," said the man, "he glower't at me daiztlike, and said nought." "What was his appearance ?" "His claes were a' awry, and he keep't looking ahint him." At this there was a murmur among the bystanders.

There could not be a doubt of Sim's guilt.
At a moment of silence Ralph stepped out.

He seemed much moved.