He had had no breakfast, and was feeling the need of it, and he had something in his mind that he wanted to think out.
And as he ate he thought, slowly and ruminatingly, and with many pauses, when his jaws stopped working to give his mind freer play, but still very much to the purpose, and as soon as he had done he set out to put his project into execution.
Just beyond the Coupee he met Gard hurrying towards Sark, and the state of Gard's nose and eye, and his torn coat, caught his eye at once.
"What's this about Tom Hamon ?" asked Gard hastily.
"He's dead." "His wife has just told me so.

But how did it happen ?" "They're going to find out at school-house at two o'clock.

Any that saw him last night are to be there.

You'd better be there." "I'm going now." "All right," said Peter, and went on his way into Little Sark.
His way took him to La Closerie.

But he was not anxious to meet Mrs.
Tom, so he hung about behind the hedges till Nance happened to come out of the house, and then he whistled softly and beckoned to her to come to him.
Her face was very pale and troubled, and he saw she had been crying.
"I want to speak to you," he said.
"What is it ?" "Come round here.