The sergeant turned to Baudet. “Is he the one you’re after?”
“He certainly is!” he replied, smiling tight-lipped.
“I’ll tell you what his game is – I’ve seen it before. In fact, there’s been a lot of it reported recently but we’ve not found the perpetrator, until now. He buys ale – and a cheap price, waters it down and sells it on, for a huge profit. Easy money, see? If you ask me, he’s simply robbing the poor folk, taking advantage of them.”
When Delbert saw the sergeant and the others in his courtyard, he froze with fear. There was one constable blocking the archway and another in front of the door to the house: he was trapped, with no escape. Baudet went up to him, seized the money pouch, and asked, sarcastically: “Prior Delbert – no gown? You’re not somehow ashamed of what it stands
