Barrymore knew of another man. It was Selden who had told him about
the man, said the butler, a week ago or more. The other man was
also in hiding, but was not a convict, that was all he knew. It was
clear that Barrymore was deeply troubled by the goings-on.
"There's foul play somewhere," he said, "and there's black villainy
brewing, to that I'll swear."
He told me he would be glad to be quit of it all himself on the day
that Sir Henry's new servants were ready to take over the Hall. I
pressed him about the stranger on the moor, but he would only add
that Selden had remarked he was a kind of gentleman, but what he was
doing he could not make out, and he had a lad who brought him all he
needed in the way of food, probably from Coombe Tracey.
I stared through the blurred window pane at the driving clouds & at
