'Ah, but we want the truth!' they cried with high emphasis as he quitted them. They were much excited now.
He answered by pulling up and turning round as short as if his professional character had been challenged. 'Isn't it just in the truth—and the truth only—that I deal?'
This they recognised as much as his love of a joke, and so they were left there together in the pleasant, if slightly overdone, void of the square, which wore at moments the air of a conscious demonstration, intended as an appeal, of the shrinkage of the population of Marr to a solitary cat. They walked on after a little, but they waited till the vicar was ever so far away before they spoke again; all the more that their doing so must bring them once more to a pause. Then they had a long look. 'Hanged!' said Miss Amy—yet almost exultantly.
This was, however, because it was not she who had seen. 'That's why his head———' but Miss Susan faltered.
Her companion took it in. 'Oh, has such a dreadful twist?'
'It is dreadful!' Miss Susan at last dropped, speaking as if she had been present at twenty executions.
There would have been no saying, at any rate, what it didn't evoke from Miss Amy. 'It breaks their neck,' she contributed after a moment.
Miss Susan looked away. 'That's why, I suppose, the head turns so fearfully awry. It's a most peculiar effect.'
So peculiar, it might have seemed, that it made them silent afresh. 'Well, then, I hope he killed some one!' Miss Amy broke out at last.
Her companion thought. 'Wouldn't it depend on whom———?'
'No!' she returned with her characteristic briskness—a briskness that set them again into motion.
That Mr. Patten was tremendously busy was evident indeed, as even by the end of the week he had nothing more to impart. The whole thing meanwhile came up again—on the Sunday afternoon; as the younger Miss Frush had been quite confident
