“Now, Mr Nolan,” said Gilead, “I ask you, in the presence of this officer, does Miss Fleming live here?”
The man looked from one to the other. His face perspired.
“She did,” he said, “until three days ago.”
“Where has she gone?”
“How am I to know?”
“That is not for me to say. But I intend to find out.”
“I don’t want to prevent you,” said the man—“before God I don’t. She owed me money.”
“She was given money to pay you.”
“She didn’t pay me, then—not in full. What are you driving at? I’ll tell you the truth—every word of it so far as I’m concerned.”
“Observe, Gregory,” said Gilead.