"What are you sniggering and mocking at?" with another oath. Hugh Ritson dropped his banter, and pointed without a word to the torn ulster and the disordered shirt-collar. Drayton glanced down at his dress in the light of the candle. "Crossed the fields for shortness, and caught in a bramble-bush," he said, muttering. "Drop it," said Hugh. "There's no time for it. Look here, Drayton, I'm a downright man. Don't try it on with me. As you say, it won't pass. Shall I tell you where the collar of that coat is now? It's at the police-station." Drayton made an uneasy movement and glanced up furtively. There was no mistaking what he saw in Hugh Ritson's face. "I've my own suspicions as to what caused that accident," said Hugh. Drayton shuddered and shrunk back. "No, damme! That shows what you are, though. Show me the man as allus suspects others of lying, and I'll show you a liar. Show me the man as allus suspects others of stealing, and I'll show you a thief. You suspect me of that, d'ye? I know you now!" "No matter," said Hugh, impatiently; "your sense of the distinction between crimes is a shade too nice. One crime I do not suspect you of--I saw you commit it. Is that enough?" Drayton was silent. "You'll go to the station with the lady. The gentleman will go to London with me. They are to come here, after all, though my first advice was a blunder." "I'll take the twenty," Drayton mumbled. "Will you now? We'll discuss that matter afterward." Drayton seemed stupefied for a moment. Then he lifted his haggard face and grinned. Hugh Ritson understood him in an instant. "No tricks, I tell you. If you don't put the lady in the train--the right train--and be back here at half past one to-morrow, you shall improve your acquaintance with the Old Bailey." Drayton carried his eyes slowly up to Hugh Ritson's face, then dropped them suddenly. "If I'm lagged, it will be a lifer!" he muttered. He fumbled his torn ulster. "I must change my coat," he said. "No." "She'll see the rent." "So much the better." "But the people at the junction will see it." "What matter?--you will be there as Paul Ritson, not Paul Drayton." Drayton began to laugh, to chuckle, to crow. "Hush!" The sound of carriage-wheels came from the road. "They're here," said Hugh Ritson. "Keep you out of sight, as you value your liberty. Do you hear? Take care that he doesn't see you, and that she doesn't see you until he is gone." Drayton was tramping about the floor in the intensity of his energy. "Here's the bar-slide. I'll just lift it an inch." "Not half an inch," said Hugh, and he blew out the candle. Then he took the key out of the inside of the lock, and put it on the outside. "What! am I to be a prisoner in my own house?" said Drayton. "I'll put the key on the bar-slide," whispered Hugh. "When you hear the door close after us, let yourself out--not a moment sooner."