Sir John listened with half-closed eyes and a heavy frown upon his brow. He was far more angry than he would like anyone to know at the course events were taking. He saw clearly enough that, from his point of view, this was worse than a verdict of "not guilty" at the Assizes. This story, if accepted, would clear Ralph Penlogan absolutely. Not even the shadow of a suspicion would remain. Moreover, it would lay him (Sir John) open to the charge of vindictiveness. As soon as Brewer had finished the story, the squire subjected him to a severe and lengthy cross-examination, all of which he bore with quiet composure, and every question he answered simply and directly. Then Bilkins was called upon to tell his story, which Sir John listened to with evident disgust. It was getting decidedly late when all the questions had been asked and answered, and Budda was growing impatient to know what part he was to play in the little drama. He was itching to arrest somebody. It would have been a relief to him if he could have arrested both Brewer and Bilkins. Sir John and his brother magistrates withdrew at length to another room, while Budda kept guard with renewed vigilance. "Now," said the vicar, when the door had closed behind the trio, "what is the next step?" "Let the law take its course," said Sir John angrily. "It will take its course in any case," said Mr. Tregonning. "The confession of Brewer, and the corroborative evidence of Bilkins, must be forwarded at once to the proper quarter. But the question is, Sir John, will you still hold to the charge of malicious shooting, or only of trespass?" "If this story is accepted, I'll wash my hands of the whole business--there now!" And Sir John pushed his hands into his pockets and looked furious. "I don't quite see why you should treat the matter in this way," the vicar said mildly. "You don't?" Sir John questioned, staring hard at him. "You don't see that it will make fools of the whole lot of us; that it will turn the tide of popular sympathy against the entire bench of magistrates, and against me in particular; that it will do more harm to the gentry than fifty elections?" "That's a very narrow view to take," the vicar said, with spirit. "We should care for the right and do the right, though the heavens fall." "That may be all right to preach in church," Sir John said irritably, "but in practical life we do the best we can for ourselves, unless we are fools." "Then you'll not proceed against this young man for trespass?" Mr. Tregonning inquired. "I tell you I'll wash my hands of the whole affair, and I mean it. It's bad enough to be made a fool of once, without playing the same game a second time," and Sir John strutted round the room like an angered turkey. "Then there's no excuse for keeping young Brewer here any longer, or of keeping you out of your bed," said the vicar, and he made for the door, followed by Mr. Tregonning.