Why!" demanded Harborough, laughing with an expresssion of genuine contempt.

"What is there against me?
Naught! As I say, there's law in this country--there's such a thing as a jury.

Do you believe that any jury would convict a man on what you've got?
It's utter nonsense!" The constable who had come down from the Shawl with Bent and Brereton had for some time been endeavouring to catch the eye of the superintendent.

Succeeding in his attempts at last, he beckoned that official into a quiet corner of the room, and turning his back on the group near the fireplace, pulled something out of his pocket.

The two men bent over it, and the constable began to talk in whispers.
Mallalieu meanwhile was eyeing Harborough in his stealthy, steady fashion.