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he fire there at nights. 'There's murder in the air,' says he. 'Bloody murder is all around us!' he says. 'And it's myself will have to pick my steps careful,' he says, 'for there's him about would give his two eyes to see me a stark and staring corpse,' he says. 'Me knowing,' he says, 'more than you'd give me credit for,' says he. And not another word than them could I get out of him, your honour." "He never told you who the man was that he had his fears of?" inquired Mr. Lindsey. "He did not, then, your honour," replied Nance. "He was a close man, and you wouldn't be getting more out of him than he liked to tell." "Now, then, just tell me the truth about a thing or two," said Mr. Lindsey. "Crone used to be out at nights now and then, didn't he?" "Indeed, then, he did so, your honour," she answered readily. "'Tis true, he would be out at nights, now and again." "Poaching, as a matter of fact," suggested Mr. Lindsey. "And that's the truth, your honour," she assented. "He was a clever hand with the rabbits." "Aye; but did he never bring home a salmon, now?" asked Mr. Lindsey. "Come, out with it." "I'll not deny that, neither, your honour," admitted the woman. "He was clever at that too." "Well, now, about that night when he was supposed to be killed," continued Mr. Lindsey; "that's Tuesday last--this being Thursday. Did he ever come home that evening from his shop?" I had been listening silently all this time, and I listened with redoubled attention for the woman's answer to the last question. It was on the Tuesday evening, about nine o'clock, that I had had my talk with Crone, and I was anxious to know what happened after that. And Nance Maguire replied readily enough--it was evident her memory was clear on these events. "He did not, then," she said. "He was in here having his tea at six o'clock that evening, and he went away to the shop when he'd had it, and I never put my eyes on him again, alive, your honour. He was never home that night, and he didn't come to his breakfast next morning, and he wasn't at the shop--and I never heard this or that of him till they come and tell me the bad news." I knew then what must have happened. After I had left him, Crone had gone away up the river towards Tillmouth--he had a crazy old bicycle that he rode about on. And most people, having heard Nance Maguire's admissions, would have said that he had gone poaching. But I was not so sure of that. I was beg
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