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the road? " asked Miss Grimshaw, as she left the 

 post-office and rejoined her cavaher. 



" A walk, by all means," replied Mr Dashwood. 

 " Let's go this way. WeU, go on, and tell me 

 about the sheep." 



"Oh, the sheep! Yes, there it was, struggling 

 in the moonhght; they were trying to get it into 

 the loose-box next the one The Cat's in ; and they 

 did, Andy jostling it behind and Moriarty puUing 

 it by the head. Then they shut the door — " 



" Yes? " 



" That's all. I saw the light of a lantern gleam- 

 ing through the cracks of the door, and I felt as if 

 I had been accessory before the fact — isn't that 

 what they call it? — to a murder. Of course I 

 saw Mrs Driscoll this morning, and I taxed her 

 right out, and she swore she knew nothing about 

 it. At all events, I told her it mustn't occur again, 

 and I think I frightened her." 



" That chap Moriarty must be an expert 

 poacher," said IMr Dashwood. 



" Expert is no name for it if he's done all I sus- 

 pect him of doing. It's a most strange position, 

 for I beheve they don't see any harm in it. You 

 see, they seem to look upon the people about here 

 as enemies, and Sussex as an enemy's country, 

 and really, you know, they have still a good deal 

 of the original savage cUnging to them. I found 

 a notched stick in the kitchen the other day, and 

 I found it belonged to Norah. Every notch on it 

 stood for a week that she had been here." 



