human
Marnin', sir; have 'e heard the news? Gert tidings up-long I 'sure 'e.
gpt
Not so gert as what I've got, I'll lay. Butivul litter 't is. Come an' give me a hand.
human
Bonus was catched poachin' last night to the Red House. An' he've had his faace smashed in, nose broke, an' all. He escaped arter; but he went to Doctor fust thing to-day an' got hisself plastered; an' then, knawin' 't weern't no use to hide, comed right along an' gived hisself up to faither.
gpt
My stars! An' no more'n what he desarved, that's certain.
human
But that ban't all, even. Maister Jan Grimbal's missing! He rode off last night, Laard knaws wheer, an' never a sign of un seed since. They've sent to the station 'bout it a'ready; an' they 'm scourin' the airth for un. An' 't was Maister Blanchard as fought wi' Bonus, for Sam said so.
gpt
Guy Fawkes an' angels! Here, you mix this. I must tell Miller an' run about a bit. Gwaine to be a gert day, by the looks of it!
human
Awful doin's! Awful doin's, Miller. Such a sweet-smellin' marnin', tu! Bear yourself stiff against it, for us caan't say what remains to be told.
gpt
What's wrong now? Doan't choke yourself. You 'm grawin' tu auld for all the excitements of modern life, Billy. Wheer's Will?
human
You may well ax. Sleepin' still, I reckon, for he comed in long arter midnight. I was stirrin' at the time an' heard un. Sleepin' arter black deeds, if all they tell be true.
gpt
Black deeds!
human
The bwoy Ted's just comed wi' it. 'T is this way: Bonus be at death's door wi' a smashed nose, an' Blanchard done it; an' Jan Grimbal's vanished off the faace o' the airth. Not a sign of un seed arter he drove away last night from the Jubilee gathering. An' if 't is murder, you'll be in the witness-box, knawin' the parties same as you do; an' the sow 's got a braave litter, though what's that arter such news?
gpt
Guess you 'm dreamin', Blee,
human
Dreamin', be I? I'm a man as dreams blue murders, of coourse! Tu auld to be relied on now, I s'pose. Theer! Theer! he changed his voice and it ran into a cracked scream of excitement.
gpt
Theer! P'r'aps I'm dreamin', as Inspector Chown an' Constable Lamacraft be walkin' in the gate this instant moment!
human
Halt!
gpt
Good-day to you, Miller, he said,
human
If you mean my son-in-law, he 's not out of bed to my knawledge.
gpt
Dear sawls! Doan't 'e say 't is blue murder--doan't 'e say that!
human
Not as I knaws. We 'm actin' on instructions from the military to Plymouth.
gpt
Theer 's allus wickedness hid under a alias notwithstanding, declared Billy, rather disappointed;
human
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!
gpt
No call to go in. He'll come down. But I'm sore puzzled to knaw what this means, for awnly last night I heard tell from Jan Grimbal's awn lips that he'd chaanged his mind about a private matter bearin' on this.
human
I want the man, anyways, an' I be gwaine to have un,
gpt
Put up them gashly things, Abraham Chown, said the miller sternly.
human
Doan't 'e knaw Blanchard better 'n that?
gpt
Handcuffed he'll be, whether he likes it or not, answered the other;