"Good morning, Mr. A----."
"Good morning, Mr. L----. A lovely morning."
"Yes, indeed."
"Are you going far?"
"I am going to Marsden. By the way, have you seen Donald Morrison
lately?"
"I saw him yesterday. Why do you ask?"
"Well, I may tell you that I have a warrant to arrest him on a charge of
arson."
Mr. L---- looked very thoughtful. "Do you know the kind of man you have
to deal with?"
"I have heard a good deal about him, especially since he returned from
the West. But why do you ask?"
"I don't know," said Mr. L----, "whether Donald set fire to the
Duquette's place or not, but I know that his real or fancied wrongs have
made him morose and irritable--aye, I will add, dangerous. You are a
married man, Mr. A----?"
"Yes."
"You have a family?"
"Yes."
"Take my advice," said Mr. L---- impressively. "Don't try to execute
this warrant. Go straight back to Sherbrooke."
"But my duty," said Mr. A---- irresolutely.
"Where could you find Morrison, anyway? And if you did find him, and
attempted to execute the warrant, I tell you," said Mr. L--------,
with great earnestness, "there would be bloodshed."
Mr. A--------- thought a moment, held out his hand to Mr. L---------,
and turned his face towards Sherbrooke.