I have got the thief in my mind," said Old Sharon, closing his cunning eyes and then opening them again, "as plain as I've got you in my eye at this minute.

No more of that now," he went on, looking round sharply at the path that led to the farmhouse.

"I've something particular to say to you--and there's barely time to say it before that nice girl comes back.
Look here! Do you happen to be acquainted with Mr.-Honorable-Hardyman's valet ?" Moody's eyes rested on Old Sharon with a searching and doubtful look.
"Mr.Hardyman's valet ?" he repeated.

"I wasn't prepared to hear Mr.
Hardyman's name." Old Sharon looked at Moody, in his turn, with a flash of sardonic triumph.
"Oho!" he said.

"Has my good boy learned his lesson?
Do you see the thief through my spectacles, already ?" "I began to see him," Moody answered, "when you gave us the guinea opinion at your lodgings." "Will you whisper his name ?" asked Old Sharon.
"Not yet.