‘Yes.’

‘At what hour?’

‘Was it at twelve o’clock?’ asked Neville, with his hand to his confused head, and appealing to Jasper.

‘Quite right,’ said Mr. Crisparkle; ’the hour Mr. Jasper has already named to me.  You went down to the river together?’

‘Undoubtedly.  To see the action of the wind there.’

‘What followed?  How long did you stay there?’

’About ten minutes; I should say not more.  We then walked together to your house, and he took leave of me at the door.’

‘Did he say that he was going down to the river again?’

‘No.  He said that he was going straight back.’

The bystanders looked at one another, and at Mr. Crisparkle.  To whom Mr. Jasper, who had been intensely watching Neville, said, in a low, distinct, suspicious voice:  ’What are those stains upon his dress?’

All eyes were turned towards the blood upon his clothes.

‘And here are the same stains upon this stick!’ said Jasper, taking it from the hand of the man who held it.  ’I know the stick to be his, and he carried it last night.  What does this mean?’

‘In the name of God, say what it means, Neville!’ urged Mr. Crisparkle.

‘That man and I,’ said Neville, pointing out his late adversary, ’had a struggle for the stick just now, and you may see the same marks on him, sir.  What was I to suppose, when I found myself molested by eight people?  Could I dream of the true reason when they would give me none at all?’

They admitted that they had thought it discreet to be silent, and that the struggle had taken place.  And yet the very men who had seen it looked darkly at the smears which the bright cold air had already dried.

‘We must return, Neville,’ said Mr. Crisparkle; ’of course you will be glad to come back to clear yourself?’

‘Of course, sir.’

‘Mr. Landless will walk at my side,’ the Minor Canon continued, looking around him.  ‘Come, Neville!’

They set forth on the walk back; and the others, with one exception, straggled after them at various distances.  Jasper walked on the other side of Neville, and never quitted that position.  He was silent, while Mr. Crisparkle more than once repeated his former questions, and while Neville repeated his former answers; also, while they both hazarded some explanatory conjectures.  He was obstinately silent, because Mr. Crisparkle’s manner directly appealed to him to take some part in the discussion, and no appeal would move his fixed face.  When they drew near to the city, and it was suggested by the Minor Canon that they might do well in calling on the Mayor at once, he assented with a stern nod; but he spake no word until they stood in Mr. Sapsea’s parlour.