"That man's wanted by the police," said Cheesacre, speaking while the gig was still in motion. "He's wanted by the police, Mrs. Greenow," and in his ardour he stood up in the gig and pointed at Bellfield. Then the gig stopped suddenly, and he fell back into his seat in his effort to prevent his falling forward. "He's wanted by the police," he shouted out again, as soon as he was able to recover his voice.
Mrs. Greenow turned pale beneath the widow's veil which she had dropped. What might not her Captain have done? He might have procured things, to be sent to him, out of shops on false pretences; or, urged on by want and famine, he might have committed--forgery. "Oh, my!" she said, and dropped her hand from his arm, which she had taken.
"It's false," said Bellfield.

"That man's wanted by the police," said Cheesacre, speaking while the gig was still in motion; and he stood up in the gig and pointed at Bellfield. The gig stopped suddenly, and he fell back into his seat. "He's wanted by the police," he shouted out again.
Mrs. Greenow turned pale. What might not her Captain have done? He might have ordered things from shops on false pretences; he might have committed forgery.
"Oh, my!" she said.
"It's false," said Bellfield.
