However, here I am--and last Sunday afternoon as ever was, I was in Scarhaven! In the wood I was, guv'nor, at the back of the Keep.
Never mind what for--I was there.

And at precisely ten minutes to three o'clock I saw Bassett Oliver." "How did you know him ?" demanded Copplestone.
"Cause I've had many a sixpenn'orth of him at both Northborough and Norcaster," answered Spurge.

"Seen him a dozen times, I have, and knew him well enough, even if I'd only viewed him from the the-ayter gallery.
Well, he come along up the path from the south quay.

He passed within a dozen yards of me, and went up to the door in the wall of the ruins, right opposite where I was lying doggo amongst some bushes.

He poked the door with the point of his stick--it was ajar, that door, and it went open.