My name is Downy.

I am a detective, and I have found you out.' The admission was not a wise one; it blanched Dick's lips, but it closed them like a spring-trap.
'I have found you out,' continued the detective.

'He has been arrested.' The detective emphasised the 'he,' and watched the effect.

Dick stood before him, white and silent, his heart beating with quick blows, and his blood humming in his ears, 'Who?
Who?
Who ?' 'The man who went down with you has been arrested, my lad, and now you must tell me the whole truth to save yourself.

He says you hammered Harry Hardy on the head with an iron bar, and if you do not clear yourself I must take you to gaol.' Dick answered nothing; his eyes never moved from the green bee on the wall even to glance at his mother sobbing in the corner.
'Come, come, come!' cried Downy impatiently, 'it's no good your denying that you were in the mine on Sunday night.