"All the same he was nibbling at Goarly," said Ned Botsey.
"I don't know that he was nibbling at Goarly at all, Mr. Botsey,"
said the landlord. "Goarly came to him, and Goarly was refused.
What more would you have?"
"It's all one to me," said Botsey; "only I do think that in a
sporting county like this the place ought to be made too hot to
hold a blackguard like that. If he comes out at me with his gun
I'll ride over him. And I wouldn't mind riding over that American
too."
"That's just what would suit Goarly's book," said the doctor.
"Exactly what Goarly would like," said Harry Stubbings.
Then Mr. Masters and Larry entered the room. On that evening two
things had occurred to the attorney. Nickem had returned, and had
asked for and received an additional week's leave of absence. He
had declined to explain accurately what he was doing but gave the
attorney to understand that he thought that he was on the way to
the bottom of the whole thing. Then, after Nickem had left him, Mr.
Masters had a letter of instructions from Lord Rufford's steward.
When he received it, and found that his paid services had been
absolutely employed on behalf of his Lordship, he almost regretted
the encouragement he had given to Nickem. In the first place he
might want Nickem. And then he felt that in his present position he
ought not to be a party to anything underhand.
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