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Updated: May 15, 2025
"I ban't feared of nought said or done if I've got the Law behind me. An' you'm liable yourself if you doan't help." "Caan't wait no more," declared Mr. Chown. "If he's in bed, us'll take un in bed. Come on, you!" Thus ordered to proceed, Lamacraft set his face resolutely forward and was just entering the farm when Phoebe appeared.
"Theer 's allus wickedness hid under a alias notwithstanding," declared Billy, rather disappointed; "have 'e found Jan Grimbal?" "They be searchin' for un. Jim Luke, Inspector to Moreton, an' his men be out beatin' the country. But I'm here, wi' my staff, for William Blanchard. March!" Lamacraft, thus addressed, proceeded a pace or two until stopped by Mr. Lyddon. "No call to go in.
"March, I tell 'e, Peter Lamacraft." "You caan't see my husband." "But we'm gwaine to see un. He've got to see me, an' come along wi' me, tu. An' if he's wise, he'll come quiet an' keep his mouth shut. That much I'll tell un for his gude." "If you'll listen, I might make you onderstand how 'tis you caan't see Will," said Phoebe quietly.
"An' 't will take more 'n you an' that moon-faced lout to put them things on the man, or I'm much mistaken." He went indoors while the labourers laughed, and the younger constable blushed at the insult. "How do 'e like that, Peter Lamacraft?" asked a labourer. "No odds to me," answered the policeman, licking his hands nervously and looking at the door.
Then, with this trifling advantage, he retreated, while Lamacraft and Ted brought up the rear. "So theer's an end of that. Now us'll fall to wi' no worse appetites," declared Miller. "An' as to Will," he added, "'fore you chaps go, just mind an' judge no man till you knaw what's proved against him. Onless theer's worse behind than I've larned so far, I'm gwaine to stand by un."
P'r'aps I'm dreamin', as Inspector Chown an' Constable Lamacraft be walkin' in the gate this instant moment!" But there was no mistaking this fact. Abraham Chown entered, marched solemnly to the party at the door, cried "Halt!" to his subordinate, then turned to Mr. Lyddon. "Good-day to you, Miller," he said, "though 't is a bad day, I'm fearin'. I be here for Will Blanchard, alias Tom Newcombe."
Lamacraft entered the farm, put one foot on the bottom step of the stairs, then turned for further orders. "He's gone, before light. He rested two hours or so, then us harnessed the trap an' he drove away to Moreton to take fust train to Plymouth by way o' Newton Abbot. An' he said as Ted Chown was to go in arter breakfast an' drive the trap home."
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