"I went up there by Hobwick Quarry on Sunday afternoon--to do a bit of thinking.

As I got to that spinney at the edge of the quarry, I saw Mallalieu and our clerk.

They were fratching--quarrelling--I could hear 'em as well as see 'em.

And I slipped behind a big bush and waited and watched.

I could see and hear, even at thirty yards off, that Stoner was maddening Mallalieu, though of course I couldn't distinguish precise words.