"Ask whatever you wish, Corrie."
"I left you on the goldfields, mates with Newman Chaytor, of whom, as you know, I did not have a good opinion."
"However badly you thought of him, you were justified."
"You found him out at last."
"I found him out at last."
"Did it take you long?"
"Years."
"Sorry to hear it. Did you get a proper knowledge of him suddenly or gradually?"
"Suddenly."
"And all the time he was practising on you?"