'No' her. Liz was aye close aboot hersel', but maybe I can guess.'
'Tell me, then. Is anybody with her?'
'She's no' hersel', you bet,' Teen answered shrewdly. 'My, she's ta'en the better o's a'; but maybe I'm wrang. She's been sick o' Brigton for lang and lang, an' whiles she said she wad gang awa' to London an' seek her fortune.'
Walter sprang up, an immense load lifted from his mind. If that were all, he had needlessly tormented himself.
'Did she say that? Then it's all right. Of course that's where she's gone. Don't you think so?'
'Maybe. It's likely; only I think she micht hae telt me. We made up to gang thegither when we had saved the screw. She had a beau, but I raither think it's no' wi' him she's awa'; Liz could watch hersel'. But I'll fin' oot.'
'Did you know him? Who was he?' asked Walter.
'Oh, fine I kent him, but I'm no' at liberty to tell. It wadna dae ony guid till we see, onyhoo.'
'If you find out anything, will you let me know?'
'Yes, I'll dae that. Hoo are ye gettin' on yersel'? An' thon queer deil o' a lassie? I canna mak' onything o' her.'