Much good _that_ would do, though! There's no proof." "What are you saying, Jones ?" cried the station-master, staring at his subordinate, and perhaps wondering whether he had already that morning paid a visit to the tap of the Elster Arms.
"I'm saying nothing that half the place didn't say at the time, Mr.
Markham.

_You_ hadn't come here then, Mr.Elster--he was the Honourable George--went out one night with the keepers when warm work was expected, and got shot for his pains.

He lived some weeks, but they couldn't cure him.

It was in the late lord's time.

_He_ died soon after, and the place has been deserted ever since." "And who do you suppose fired the shot ?" "Don't know that it 'ud be safe to say," rejoined the man.