"Yes, indeed! And you----" "I can tell you where Harborough was between nine o'clock and ten o'clock that night," replied Mrs.Hamthwaite, with a smile that was not devoid of cunning.

"I know, if nobody else knows!" "Where, then ?" demanded Brereton.
The old woman leaned forward across the hearth.
"Up here on the moor!" she whispered.

"Not five minutes' walk from here.
At a bit of a place--Miss there'll know it--called Good Folks' Lift.

A little rise i' the ground where the fairies used to dance, you know, master." "You saw him ?" asked Brereton.
"I saw him," chuckled Mrs.Hamthwaite.

"And if I don't know him, why then, his own daughter doesn't!" "You'd better tell us all about it," said Brereton.
Mrs.Hamthwaite gave him a sharp look.