The man arrived here this morning by the slow six train from London.

He went into the Stag and had his breakfast, and has been covertly dodging about ever since.

He inquired his way to Hartledon.

The landlord of the Stag asked him what he wanted there, and got for answer that his brother was one of the grooms in my lord's service.

Bosh! He went up, sneaking under the hedges and along by-ways, and took a view of the house, standing a good hour behind a tree while he did it.