"He was a clever hand with the rabbits." "Aye; but did he never bring home a salmon, now ?" asked Mr.Lindsey.
"Come, out with it." "I'll not deny that, neither, your honour," admitted the woman.

"He was clever at that too." "Well, now, about that night when he was supposed to be killed," continued Mr.Lindsey; "that's Tuesday last--this being Thursday.

Did he ever come home that evening from his shop ?" I had been listening silently all this time, and I listened with redoubled attention for the woman's answer to the last question.

It was on the Tuesday evening, about nine o'clock, that I had had my talk with Crone, and I was anxious to know what happened after that.

And Nance Maguire replied readily enough--it was evident her memory was clear on these events.
"He did not, then," she said.