After about half an hour, Crane stopped the car. They were now in the outskirts of the main town of the district.
"This is where you get out," he said.
Brindlebury obeyed.
"Smithfield paid you your wages, I believe," and Burton plunged into his own pocket. "Well, there's something extra."
At this, a trembling might have been seen in the right sleeve of the frieze coat, and the next second, Jane-Ellen's hand emerged from the cuff, and Crane for the first time experienced the touch of her fingers. She pushed his hand away from her brother's.
"Don't take that money, Brin," she cried.
Brindlebury's hand dropped.
"No, of course not. What do you take me for?" he said. Then he snatched off his cap and kissed his sister good-by, and, picking up his bag, he disappeared into the darkness.
There was a moment's silence between the other two, before Crane said:
"Better get into the front seat. You'll be more comfortable."