"
The Grinstun man entered the gate, which was just what the detective did
not want. However, he held it open for him, saying: "You'll find the
Squire in his office talking to Nash, but I don't suppose he'll mind
being interrupted for a minute. Mrs. Carruthers is in the kitchen, and
you'll likely meet an old acquaintance of yours there, Mr. Perrowne of
Tossorontio."
Rawdon drew back. Nash he knew: Mr. Perrowne, of Tossorontio, he did
not; but the unknown to men of his stamp is often more dreaded than the
known. He wouldn't intrude upon his friends just now, while everything
must be upset. Playfully, he asked Favosites Wilkinsonia to remind Miss
Do Please-us of that hoffer and the hanswer before ten, and straightway
resumed his journey in the direction of the Lake Settlement.
"Of all the impudent blackguards that I have met in the course of my
experience, that fellow takes the cake," said the detective, removing
his disguise.
"What about Jones and the waggon?" asked the dominie.
"The waggon is the one I saw when patrolling. Jones and his man are two
of the ruffians who were in it.
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