in' it both ways, you see."
"Of course--terrible. But tell me how the thing happened, and why they
took this Mr. Bowmore."
"Well, sir, it ain't exactly for me to say, and, of course, I don't know
the rights of it, bein' only a servant, but they say there was a sudden
quarrel last night between Mr. Peytral and Mr. Bowmore. I think myself
that Mr. Peytral was getting a bit excitable lately, whatever it was. On
Thursday night, just after dinner, he went strolling off in the dusk,
alone, and presently Mr. Bowmore--he came down in the afternoon--went
strolling off after him. It seems they went down toward the Penn's
Meadow barn, Mr. Peytral first, and Mr. Bowmore catching him up from
behind. A man saw them--a gamekeeper. He was lyin' quiet in a little
wood just the other side of Penn's Meadow, an' they didn't see him as
they came along together. They were quarrelling, it seems, though
Grant--that's the gamekeeper--couldn't hear exactly what about; but he
heard Mr. Peytral tell Mr. Bowmore to go away. He 'preferred to be
alone' and he'd 'had enough' of Mr. Bowmore, from what Grant could make
out. 'Get out o' my sight, sir, I tell you!' the old gentleman said at
last, stamping his foot, and shaking his fist in the young gentleman's
face. And then Bowmore turned and walked away."
"One moment," Hewitt interposed. "You are telling me what Grant saw and
heard. How did it come to your knowledge?"
"Told me hisself, sir--told me every word yesterday. Told me twice, in
fact. First thing in the morning when they found the body, and then
again after he'd been to Redfield and had it took down by the police. It
was because of that they arrested Mr. Bowmore, of course."
"Just so. And is this gamekeeper Grant in the same employ as yourself?"
"Oh, no, sir! Mr. Peytral's is only just an acre or two of garden and a
paddock. Grant's master is Colonel White, up at the Hall."
"Very good. You were saying that Mr. Peytral told Mr. Bowmore to get out
of his sight, and that Mr. Bowmore walked away. What then?"
"Well, Grant saw Mr. Bowmore walk away, but it was only a feint--a
dodge, you see, sir. He walked away to the corner of the little wood
where Grant was, and then he took a turn into the wood and began
following Mr. Peytral up, watching him from among the trees. Came close
by where Grant was sitting, following up Mr. Peytral and watching him;
and so Grant lost sight of 'em."
"Did Grant say what he was doing in the wood?"
"He
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