But it was not to be had.

The sole resort of his labor was the evidence of the boy whom he didn't believe.
"'Im!" said the inspector, not quite pleased by Fairholme's zeal, and yet overborne by it.

"You're Wickens's boy, ain't you ?" "Yes, I am Wickens's boy," said the witness, partly fierce, partly lachrymose, "and I say I seen him, and if anyone sez I didn't see him, he's a lie." "Come," said the inspector sharply, "give us none of your cheek, but tell us what you saw, or you'll have to deal with me afterwards." "I don't care who I deal with," said the boy, at bay.

"I can't be took for seein' him, because there's no lor agin it.

I was in the gravel pit in the canal meadow--" "What business had you there ?" said the inspector, interrupting.
"I got leave to be there," said the boy insolently, but reddening.
"Who gave you leave ?" said the inspector, collaring him.