Mr. Goldberry laughed.
“I am not prepared to be interviewed. One thing is certain. There is a mystery here, and I should like to obtain a clue to it. You may be more successful than I.”
“He speaks like a gentleman.”
“We live in levelling times. There is no telling who is who. I have heard a gentleman speak like a costermonger.”
This confidential communication between our Reporter and Mr. Goldberry escaped the ears, but not the eyes, of Antony Cowlrick, and when Mr. Goldberry left and our Reporter remained, he was the first to speak.
“Has the lawyer deputed you to watch me?”
“No,” replied our Reporter. “I am a newspaper man, and should be glad if you can give me any information for my paper?”
“Information about what?”
“Yourself.”
“Haven’t the newspapers had enough of me? I haven’t read one for many weeks, but I guess their columns must have been filled with reports of the proceedings at the Magistrate’s Court.”