She carefully closed the door on her guests and motioned them to seats by a bright fire of turf, and then setting the lamp on the table, seated herself in a corner of her long-settle and folding her hands in her apron took a long look at her visitors through a pair of unusually large spectacles. And Brereton, genuinely interested, took an equally long look at her; and saw a woman who was obviously very old but whose face was eager, intelligent, and even vivacious. As this queer old face turned from one to the other, its wrinkles smoothed out into a smile. "You'll be wondering what I've got to tell, love," said Mrs. Hamthwaite, turning to Avice. "And no doubt you want to know why I haven't sent for you before now. But you see, since that affair happened down your way, I been away. Aye, I been to see my daughter--as lives up the coast. And I didn't come home till today. And I'm no hand at writing letters. However here we are, and better late than never and no doubt this lawyer gentleman'll be glad to hear what I can tell him and you." "Very glad indeed!" responded Brereton. "What is it?" The old woman turned to a box which stood in a recess in the ingle-nook at her elbow and took from it a folded newspaper. "Me and my daughter and her husband read this here account o' the case against Harborough as it was put before the magistrates," she said. "We studied it. Now you want to know where Harborough was on the night that old fellow was done away with. That's it, master, what?" "That is it," answered Brereton, pressing his arm against Avice, who sat close at his side. "Yes, indeed! And you----" "I can tell you where Harborough was between nine o'clock and ten o'clock that night," replied Mrs. Hamthwaite, with a smile that was not devoid of cunning. "I know, if nobody else knows!" "Where, then?" demanded Brereton. The old woman leaned forward across the hearth. "Up here on the moor!" she whispered. "Not five minutes' walk from here. At a bit of a place--Miss there'll know it--called Good Folks' Lift. A little rise i' the ground where the fairies used to dance, you know, master." "You saw him?" asked Brereton. "I saw him," chuckled Mrs. Hamthwaite. "And if I don't know him, why then, his own daughter doesn't!" "You'd better tell us all about it," said Brereton. Mrs. Hamthwaite gave him a sharp look. "I've given evidence to law folks before today," she said. "You'll want to know what I could tell before a judge, like?" "Of course," replied Brereton.