"You couldn't be mistaken ?" "Mistaken?
No!--master, I know Harborough's voice, and his figure, aye, and his step as well as I know my own fireside," declared Mrs.
Hamthwaite.

"Of course I know it were Harborough--no doubt on't!" "How are you sure that this was the evening of the murder ?" asked Brereton.

"Can you prove that it was ?" "Easy!" said Mrs.Hamthwaite.

"The very next morning I went away to see my daughter up the coast.

I heard of the old man's murder at High Gill Junction.