Tristan listened quietly. He wondered what the newspaper had accused him of that could get him arrested, and he wondered whether it was true too, and it was a guilty conscience that haunted the constable.

Four or five days. He couldn't remembering reading anything of the sort in the Whitby Gazette, but it could have been one of the trashier newspapers, and then again, Tristan normally merely skimmed the headings until something caught his attention.

"I understand. That sounds as though you have a lot on your plate. Is there truth to the newspaper's statements, and evidence you are concerned about? Or is it mere gossip?"