I know quite well that I am being hunted to death by you and those you employ.
Without a shred of evidence you are willing to believe me a murderer.
I suppose I have no right to complain.

It would be convenient to you to have me out of the way, and the best way of getting rid of me is to get up this cry against me.

A nice brotherly act, and worthy of an Ingleton! It is no use my telling you that I am innocent--that till I had been two days here I never so much as heard of Oliphant's death.
You would not believe it.

Nor, I fancy, is it much use telling you that the scoundrel owed me money, that I was shielding him from the consequences of an old felony for which he might have had penal servitude, and that the little he did pay me was stolen from your property.

Of course you wouldn't believe it.