Chapter 18

"You damned traitor, as sure as there's a God above, I'll kill you for this some day." Such were the words which it appeared had given Mr. Day cause for reflection. At any time, and in any place, they would be apt to stand out from the ordinary level of bright chat; but as Mr. Day remarked succinctly, "they fair gave me the creeps, coming out o' that there place, which was hempty, mind you, not 'alf an hour before." And there are few, I think, who can blame him for his decision not to open the door, but to substit…