Meanwhile, the Captain was questing about the hall, sounding the wainscoting with the butt of a pistol.
Mr.Blood saw no profit to himself in lingering.
"By your leave, it's a very good day I'll be wishing you," said he.
"By my leave, you'll remain awhile," the Captain ordered him.
Mr.Blood shrugged, and sat down.

"You're tiresome," he said.

"I wonder your colonel hasn't discovered it yet." But the Captain did not heed him.

He was stooping to pick up a soiled and dusty hat in which there was pinned a little bunch of oak leaves.

It had been lying near the clothes-press in which the unfortunate Pitt had taken refuge.