Then I heard your father's voice, miss--and I see the two of 'em meet.

They stood, whispering together, for a minute or so--then they came back past me, and they went off across the moor towards Hexendale.

And soon they were out of sight, and when I'd finished what I was after I came my ways home.

That's all, master--but if yon old man was killed down in Highmarket Shawl Wood between nine and ten o'clock that night, then Jack Harborough didn't kill him, for Jack was up here at soon after nine, and him and the tall man went away in the opposite direction!" "You're sure about the time ?" asked Brereton anxiously.
"Certain, master! It was ten minutes to nine when I went out--nearly ten when I come back.

My clock's always right--I set it by the almanack and the sunrise and sunset every day--and you can't do better," asserted Mrs.Hamthwaite.
"You're equally sure about the second man being Harborough ?" insisted Brereton.