"What other prisoners hev you got asides me?"
"That is none of your business," said the Squire.
"If I might be ellowed to seggest, Squire," whispered the detective, "I
think I'd tell him. Whet do you sey?"
"Go on, Mr. Bangs."
"Well, my fine fellow, the Squire ellows me to sey thet the ethers are
Newcome, the stowne ketters, and the women."
The name of Newcome disconcerted Mark, but he asked, "Whar's Rawdon and
old Flower?"
"Didn't you see?" asked Mr. Bangs.
"I seen the fire all right, but they wasn't such blame fools as to stay
there when there was a way out up atop."
"The epper wey wes clowsed," said the detective.
"Was they burned alive then?"
"Yes, they were berned to eshes."
"O Lord!" ejaculated the prisoner, and then, wildly: "What do you want
along of me anyway?"
The magistrates and Mr. Bangs consulted, after which the doctor
answered: "We want information from you on three points: first, as to
the attempt of Rawdon's gang to burn this house; second, as to the
murder of Detective Nash; and, third, as to the whole secret of Rawdon's
business at the Select Encampment.
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