"That's how you were about in the stubble-field setting your traps, you young villain! I saw the coroner look at you.

And now about Lord Hartledon.

What did you see ?" Master Ripper rubbed the perspiration from his face as he went on with his tale.

Pike listened with all the ears he possessed and said not a word, beyond sundry rough exclamations, until the tale was done.
"You awful young dog! You saw all that from the kitchen-window, and never tried to get out of it!" "I _couldn't_ get out of it," pleaded the boy.

"It's got a wire-net before it, and I couldn't break that." "You are strong enough to break it ten times over," retorted Pike.
"But then master would ha' known I'd been in the mill!" cried the boy, a gleam of cunning in his eyes.
"Ugh," grunted Pike.