On calling at the South Australian Club they were met by a very busy, energetic, little man, who said he was the proprietor, and seemed proud of it.
"Have you had a gentleman named Wyckliffe, stopping here?" asked Hal, as he stood sipping some iced wine.
"Yes I did. He stayed here three days."
"Do you know where he went when he left?"
"I fancy he left for Port Pirie; at least that's where I heard him say he was going to," answered the bustling little man as he hurried away.
"Did you know Wyckliffe?" asked Hal of the young lady who presided over the bar.
"Yes, I knew him slightly," she answered.
But the entrance of a gentleman of the masher type, who shook hands with her, and kept her in conversation with him, effectually prevented any further information being procured from that quarter. Hal and Reg therefore left.
"Hal," said Reg, anxiously, "is Adelaide a very holy city?"
"Why; whatever makes you ask that?"