He looked as if he was reckoning him up.
"Well, my lad," he observed at last.

"You're making a mistake.

If you can't or won't tell what you've been doing with yourself between eight last night and six this morning, why, then----" The superintendent came back, holding something in his hand.

He, too, looked at Harborough.
"Will you hold up your left foot ?--turn the sole up," he asked.

"Just to see--something." Harborough complied, readily, but with obvious scornful impatience.