“And, Tom, what did he say,” with a nod in the direction meant, “when he gave it you?”
“What did he say?”
“Yes, you fool. What did he say? That was what I asked.”
“Say? say?” repeated the Kaffir, as though to recollect. “Au! he said I would be glad in the morning to find what I wanted most.”
“Was that all?”
“Ja, Baas.”
“And your brother, Ndimbi, he saw the whole affair?”
“Ja, Baas.”
“All right, Tom. Get to your work now,” said Sonnenberg, turning away. The bird was trapped now. As pretty a case as ever was proved in broad daylight. It was early yet, but no longer able to conceal his impatience he went to knock up Lambert.
It was close upon the breakfast hour at the Barkly Hotel, and a knot of men were collected on the stoep waiting for the bell. There came strolling up Roden Musgrave and Emerson, the bank-manager.