fire in his eyes. He was a man that almost anyone would be afraid of. This was certainly Judge Jeffreys. He gave me a terrible stare, and asked me who I was and where I came from. When I had told him, he said: Well done, John Ridd. You have answered me without fear. I remember this matter now. I ask you some questions." He looked at me more closely. "In Exmoor," he said, "there is a family of robbers. Is that true?" I told him it was. And why isn't your local judge doing anything about them?