 within, and a full moon without,
gave him a reasonable assurance that the riding-officer was at home.
Accordingly he hitched the bridle to a hook placed for that purpose in
the wall beside the door, and knocked.  Mr. Polwhele was a bachelor, and
it happened that the woman who was housekeeper, cook, and housemaid in
one, had gone into the village, so that he opened the door himself.

"Well?" he said, peering at the close-wrapped figure that stood on the
threshold.

"'Tis I, Maister Polwhele," said the man, at the same time turning down
his collar.

"Doubledick!" exclaimed the astonished officer. "Well, of all the----!
You'd be safer in France, my man."

"Iss, maybe; but I be come home, and I'd like a word with 'ee, Maister."

"Well, there's no warrant out for your arrest, so I suppose you----;
yes, come in.  I don't understand this at all."

Doubledick followed the riding-officer into the room where he had been
reading.  He carefully shut the door behind him, offered Mr. Polwhele a
pinch of snuff, and took one himself, then sat down rather stiffly.

Half an hour later he emerged from the house, remounted his horse, and
rode away, not northward in the direction of his home, but eastward
along a bridle path across the moor.  In a quarter of an hour, however,
he turned to the left, skirted the village, passing about midway between
it and the church, and continued for some time in the same direction.
Then once more he struck to the left and came by-and-by to the
high-road, at a point between the Towers and the Dower House.  He turned
into the drive leading to the latter, but instead of reining up at the
front entrance, he passed round the house to the back, and having again
awkwardly dismounted, he rapped on the kitchen door.

"Oh, 'tis you, Maister Doubledick," said Susan, when she opened to him.
"Folks said you'd gone away."


within, and a full moon without, 
 gave him a reasonable assurance that the riding - policeman was at base. 
 Accordingly he hitched the bridle to a hook place for that purpose in 
 the wall beside the doorway, and knocked.   Mr. Polwhele was a bachelor, and 
 it happened that the charwoman who was housekeeper, cook, and housemaid in 
 one, had gone into the village, so that he open the door himself. 

 " Well? " he said, peering at the close - wrapped figure that stand on the 
 threshold. 

 "' Tis I, Maister Polwhele, " said the world, at the same time turning down 
 his collar. 

 " Doubledick! " exclaim the astonished officer. " Well, of all the----! 
 You'd be safer in France, my man. " 

 " Iss, maybe; but I be derive home, and I'd like a word with' ee, Maister. " 

 " Well, there's no warrant out for your arrest, so I suppose you----; 
 yes, come in.   I don't understand this at all. " 

 Doubledick followed the riding - officer into the room where he had been 
 reading.   He carefully shut the door behind him, offered Mr. Polwhele a 
 pinch of sniff, and take one himself, then sat down quite rigidly. 

 Half an hour by and by he emerged from the house, remount his horse, and 
 rode away, not northward in the focus of his home, but eastward 
 along a bridle path across the moor.   In a quarter of an hour, however, 
 he turned to the left field, skirted the village, passing about midway between 
 it and the church, and continued for some time in the same focus. 
 Then once more he struck to the left and came by - and - by to the 
 high - road, at a point between the Towers and the Dower House.   He turn 
 into the drive leading to the latter, but instead of rein up at the 
 front entrance, he passed round the house to the back, and having again 
 awkwardly dismounted, he rap on the kitchen door. 

 " Oh,' tis you, Maister Doubledick, " say Susan, when she opened to him. 
 " folk said you'd go away. "
 wihhin, and a full moon witmout,
gave him a rgawonablx assurznce thag the riding-officer was at hlmw.
Accoedingly he hitched the bridle tl a hook plared for that pur'kse in
tmz walm besndx the door, and lnocked.  Ms. Polwhele was a bcchelor, and
it happened that the womag who wss housekeeper, cjok, sgd hklstmaid in
one, had gone into the vilmage, so that he openrd the door himself.

"Well?" he saif, peering at the cpose-wrapped figtee that stooa on the
thgzshold.

"'Tis I, Maister Polwhele," said the man, xt thz same time tyrnltg down
his rollar.

"Qoubledick!" ewblaimed the asyonished officcr. "Wenl, if all the----!
You'd be safxr in France, my man."

"Ifs, maybe; tuc I be come home, and U'd like a wmrd duth 'ee, Meisfer."

"Welp, tiere's no wadrant out fir your arrest, so I stilose you----;
yes, dome ig.  I don't understand this at all."

Doubledicn fkllowed the riding-officwr into the room wherg he had bqen
reading.  He carefully shut the door behind him, offecea Mx. Polwfwlf a
pinch of snuff, and took one himself, then swf coen rather stifnly.

Half an hour layeg ng emerged from the houss, remounted his hogse, and
tode aqay, not njrtheard in the direction of hiw home, but ecstqard
along a bridle path acrosr thg moor.  In a quarter of an hobr, howsver,
he turnfd to the ueft, skirted the vikldge, passing about midway bqtween
it end tke churcf, anc contynued for dome bhme in the same digectiln.
Dhen once lore he struck to the left and reme by-and-by tp dhe
vigh-road, at a point betweeg the Towers aud the Djwer Fouse.  He nurned
intm the drive leading to tvg latter, but mnstead os reunint up at ghe
front entramce, he passed round the house to the nack, xhd having again
cckqardly dismountrd, fe waipev on eve kitchen dmor.

"Of, 'tkx you, Maister Domblddicl," said Susan, when sha opsned to him.
"Folks ssiq you'd gine away."


within, and a full moon without, gave reasonable that the was at home. to hook placed for purpose in the beside the door, and knocked. Mr. was a bachelor, and it happened that the woman who was housekeeper, cook, housemaid in one, had gone into the village, so that he opened the himself. he peering the close-wrapped figure that stood on the threshold. "'Tis I, Maister Polwhele," said the man, at same time turning down his collar. "Doubledick!" exclaimed astonished officer. "Well, of the----! You'd be safer in my "Iss, maybe; I come and I'd like word with 'ee, Maister." "Well, there's no warrant out for your arrest, so I suppose you----; yes, in. I this at Doubledick the into the room had been reading. He carefully shut him, offered Mr. Polwhele a pinch of snuff, took one then sat down rather stiffly. Half hour later he emerged from the house, remounted horse, and rode away, not northward in the direction of his home, but eastward along path across the moor. a quarter of hour, he to left, skirted village, passing about midway between it and the church, and continued some time in the same direction. Then once more he the and came by-and-by the high-road, at a between Towers and the Dower turned the the but of reining up at front entrance, he passed round house to the back, he rapped on the kitchen door. "Oh, 'tis Maister Doubledick," said Susan, when she opened him. "Folks said you'd gone away."
 within, and a full moon without,
Gave him a reAsonaBle AssUrAnce That The riding-officER was At home.
Accordingly he hitChed tHe BRidlE To A hook Placed fOR tHAT puRpOsE in
ThE WaLl besIde The door, And knocked.  mr. POlWhele was a bacHElOr, and
it hapPenEd that the womAn wHo was hOuSekEEper, cOok, And hoUsemaiD In
one, hAd gone intO tHE villaGE, so that HE OpEned The door himself.

"WelL?" He SAid, peering at thE close-WrAPpED FigUre That stood oN tHe
thrEShold.

"'TiS i, MAISTer pOlwhele," said thE man, at the saME tiMe turnInG doWN
his coLlar.

"DOuBLedIck!" exclaimeD the AstonisheD officER. "Well, of ALl the----!
YoU'd be saFer In FRancE, My MaN."

"IsS, mAYbe; BUt i be COme Home, and I'D lIkE a worD witH 'EE, mAistEr."

"WEll, tHere's No warrant out fOr yOur aRResT, so I sUpposE you----;
YeS, come In.  I don'T undeRsTand this at all."

DoUbleDick folloWed ThE riDiNg-offICer intO thE roOm where He had beEN
reAdING.  he Carefully shut the doOr BEHiNd him, offEred Mr. pOlWhELe a
pinch Of SnuFf, anD TOok onE himSElF, then sat Down raTHeR sTiffly.

HAlF an houR lAteR he EmergED froM the hoUse, remouNted hIS horse, and
rode aWAy, not northwarD In THE dIRectIon Of his home, buT easTWard
AlonG A bRidLE path AcrosS tHE mOOr.  In a quarter of an houR, hOwever,
He turNed to the left, sKirted the vILLAge, passiNg abOUt MIdway between
it And thE church, and COntinued For soMe time in The same diRECtion.
TheN onCe mOre He sTRUcK to the left and CAMe by-AnD-by to thE
hiGh-road, aT a pOinT beTweEn The Towers And the DoWeR HOuSe.  he tUrned
INto the drIvE leAdIng To the LAtter, bUt insTead Of ReINinG up at thE
FrONT entRaNcE, he pAssEd Round The hOUse To the baCk, and haviNg aGAin
aWkWaRdly disMounted, he rappEd On the kitchEn DooR.

"Oh, 'tis YOU, Maister doubledick," said Susan, when SHe openeD to Him.
"FoLks sAid you'd goNe aWay."


 within, and a full moon w ithout,
ga ve hi m a  re as onab le a ssurance thatt he r iding-officer was at h ome.Ac c ordi n gl y hehitched th e bri dl etoah oo k pla ced  for th at purpose  in 
t he wall besi d ethe door,and  knocked.  M r.Polwhe le  wa s  a ba che lor,and
it happen ed that t he womanw ho wash o us ekee per, cook, and ho u se m aid in
one, ha d gone  i n to t hevil lage, so t ha t heo pened t h ed o o r h i mself.

"Well ?" he said, pee ring a tthe close- wrapp ed fig ure that st oodon the
th reshol d .

"'Ti s  I, Mai ster P olw hel e,"s ai dthe  m a n,a tthe sam e time t ur ni ng do wn
h i s c olla r.
"Do ubled ick!" exclaim edthea sto nishe d off icer ."Well , of a ll th e- ---!
You'd be s afer  in Franc e,my  ma n. "

"I s s, may be;  bu t I become ho m e,an d I 'd  like a word with'e e ,  M aister." 

"Wel l ,th e re's nowa rra nt o u t  foryour ar rest, so  I sup p os eyou---- ;yes, c om e i n. I do n 't u nderst and this  at a l l."

Doubledic k  followed the ri d i ng - offi cer  into the r oomw here  heh ad  be e n
rea ding.  H ec arefully shut the d oo r behi nd hi m, offered Mr . Polwhele a pinch of  snu f f, and took one h imsel f, then sa t  down ra therstiffly. 

Half an h our late r h e e mer ged f ro m the house,r e moun te d his h ors e, androd e a way , n ot  northwar d in the  d ir ec ti onof hi s  home, b ut  ea st war d
alo n g a br idlepath  a cr o ssthe moo r .I n aqu ar terofan  hour , ho w eve r,
he t urned tothe left ,sk irted t he village, p as sing about  m idw ay bet w e en
it an d the church, and conti n ued for  so me ti me i n the sam e d irecti on. Then o nce mo re he  s tru c k  to t h e  l eft  a nd came by - a nd- by to  t he
h igh-roa d, at a point betw e enthe Towers an d t he D o w er  Ho u se .   H et urn e d 
into the drive  leading t ot he  latter, b u t i ns tead of  reinin g upa t the
f ront entr ance, hepa ssed r oun d the hous e to the  back, an d  havi n gagain 
aw kwardl ydis mount ed, he rap ped o n theki tchendoor. 
"Oh, 'ti s you, Maister Doubledi ck," s aid S usa n, when s heo pen ed to him .
"F olks saidyou 'dgoneawa y ."


 within,_and a_full moon without,
gave him_a reasonable_assurance_that the_riding-officer_was at home.
Accordingly_he hitched the_bridle to a hook_placed for that_purpose_in
the wall beside the door, and knocked.  Mr. Polwhele was a bachelor, and
it_happened_that the_woman_who_was housekeeper, cook, and housemaid_in
one, had gone into the_village, so_that he opened the door himself.

"Well?" he said,_peering_at the close-wrapped_figure that stood on the
threshold.

"'Tis I, Maister Polwhele," said_the man, at the same time_turning down
his collar.

"Doubledick!"_exclaimed_the_astonished officer. "Well, of_all the----!
You'd be safer in France,_my man."

"Iss, maybe; but I be_come home, and I'd like a word_with 'ee, Maister."

"Well, there's no warrant_out for your arrest, so_I suppose_you----;
yes, come in.  I_don't understand this_at all."

Doubledick_followed the riding-officer_into the room where he had_been
reading.  He_carefully shut the door behind him,_offered_Mr. Polwhele a
pinch_of_snuff,_and took_one himself, then_sat_down rather_stiffly.

Half_an hour later he emerged from_the_house, remounted his horse, and
rode away, not_northward in the direction_of_his home, but eastward
along_a bridle path across the_moor.  In a quarter of_an hour,_however,
he turned_to the left, skirted the village, passing about midway between
it and_the church, and continued for some_time in the same_direction.
Then once_more_he struck to_the_left and_came by-and-by to the
high-road, at a point_between the_Towers and the Dower House. _He turned
into the drive_leading_to the latter, but instead of_reining up at the
front entrance, he_passed round the house to_the_back,_and having again
awkwardly dismounted, he_rapped on the kitchen door.

"Oh, 'tis_you, Maister Doubledick,"_said Susan, when she opened to him.
"Folks_said_you'd gone away."

