Lucas set his teeth. "Mister Scontun--if that's even your name. I've several bones to pick with you, it would seem." He took a bold step in. "What are you doing here? Did you follow me?"
Mister Scontun held up his hand and shook his head. "This 'follow' I know not. No rain, I know. I help. I trade."
"So you do know the language." Lucas felt his chest puff out and his chin lift. "A-ha! I knew you were up to something. I was willing to ignore that you broke into my house and not report it to the constables, because I thought you were only a harmless nutter. But I've lately had cause to change my opinion." He narrowed his eyes. "Are you Slade's father? If that's even his real name."
Mister Scontun was squinting at Lucas through the dark, a decided kink to his brow. "Con-staaa-bull. Nut-ter." With a shake of his head and a sigh, he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out--