Again she paused.
"It doesn't do."
He lifted her little hand in his great gloved one and kissed it.
"Bless you, dear Boy," was all he said.
CHAPTER XXVIII
The Fat Man Goes Under
It was two days later that the girl met Joses in the village street.
She crossed to him swiftly, and she was white and sparkling.
"Here's your knife, Mr. Joses," she said, handing it him.
There came into his eyes at once that hunted look.