I told Dan to go into the kitchen and get a good square meal." The next morning, just after breakfast, there was the sound of horses' hoofs outside the house, and, looking out, Vincent saw Mr.Jackson, with a man he knew to be the sheriff, and four or five others.

A minute later one of the servants came in, and said that the sheriff wished to speak to Mrs.Wingfield.
"I will go out to him," Mrs.Wingfield replied.

Vincent followed her to the door.
"Mrs.Wingfield," the sheriff said, "I am the holder of a warrant to search your slave-huts and grounds for a runaway negro named Anthony Moore, the property of Mr.Jackson here." "Do you suppose, sir," Mrs.Wingfield asked angrily, "that I am the sort of person to give shelter to runaway slaves ?" "No, madam, certainly not," the sheriff replied; "no one would suppose for a moment that Mrs.Wingfield of the Orangery would have anything to do with a runaway, but Mr.Jackson here learned only yesterday that the wife of this slave was here and everyone knows that where the wife is the husband is not likely to be far off." "I suppose, sir," Mrs.Wingfield said coldly, "that there was no necessity for me to acquaint Mr.Jackson formally with the fact that I had purchased through my agent the woman he sold to separate her from her husband." "By no means, madam, by no means; though, had we known it before, it might have been some aid to us in our search.

Have we your permission to see this woman and to question her ?" "Certainly not," Mrs.Wingfield said; "but if you have any question to ask I will ask her and give you her answer." "We want to know whether she has seen her husband since the day of his flight from the plantation." "I shall certainly not ask her that question, Mr.Sheriff.I have no doubt that, as the place from which he has escaped is only a few miles from here, he did come to see his wife.

It would have been very strange if he did not.