“Now tell me I’m a liar!” said the honest man.
(“With a morbid expectation,” murmured Eugene to Lightwood, “that somebody is always going to tell him the truth.”)
“This is Hexam’s boat,” said Mr. Inspector. “I know her well.”
“Look at the broken scull. Look at the t’other scull gone. Now tell me I am a liar!” said the honest man.
Mr. Inspector stepped into the boat. Eugene and Mortimer looked on.
“And see now!” added Riderhood, creeping aft, and showing a stretched rope made fast there and towing overboard. “Didn’t I tell you he was in luck again?”
“Haul in,” said Mr. Inspector.
“Easy to say haul in,” answered Riderhood. “Not so easy done. His luck’s got fouled under the keels of the barges. I tried to haul in last time, but I couldn’t. See how taut the line is!”
“I must have it up,” said Mr. Inspector. “I am going to take this boat ashore, and his luck along with it. Try easy now.”
He tried easy now; but the luck resisted; wouldn’t come.
“I mean to have it, and the boat too,” said Mr. Inspector, playing the line.
But still the luck resisted; wouldn’t come.