"You might say the man was caught red-handed! All the same, Mr.Lindsey, he's in his rights to ask for a lawyer, and you can see him whenever you like." "What are the facts ?" asked Mr.Lindsey.

"Let me know that much first." Mr.Murray jerked his thumb at Chisholm.
"The sergeant there knows them," he answered.

"He took the man." "It was this way, d'ye see, Mr.Lindsey," said Chisholm, who was becoming an adept at putting statements before people.

"You know that bit of a public there is along the river yonder, outside the wall--the Cod and Lobster?
Well, James Macfarlane, that keeps it, he came to me, maybe an hour or so ago, and said there was a fellow, a stranger, had been in and out there all day since morning, drinking; and though he wouldn't say the man was what you'd rightly call drunk, still he'd had a skinful, and he was in there again, and they wouldn't serve him, and he was getting quarrelsome and abusive, and in the middle of it had pulled out a purse that another man who was in there vowed and declared, aside, to Macfarlane, was Abel Crone's.

So I got a couple of constables and went back with Macfarlane, and there was the man vowing he'd be served, and with a handful of money to prove that he could pay for whatever he called for.