"I was judging by the number of people who stare at us closely, and then turn round for a second look."
"That's one of the characteristics of Adelaide—curiosity. They do love to know who's who and, if they see a stranger, they like to know all about him," answered Hal, as a well-dressed lady passing them stared hard. "Now, come round this way, old chap. We must explore Hindley Street. It's a peculiar street, fashionable at one end, and——"
"Not fashionable at the other," added Reg.
"Exactly; there is a tribe of Mongolians and Asiatics inhabiting the lower quarters, but let's ask here where Mick Tier lives."
"What, Mick Tier, Slavin's friend when he was in England?"
"The same. Here he is," and a stout gentleman, who could turn the scale at eighteen stone, appeared.
They had half-an-hour's chat with their genial host, without being able to procure any additional information, and went on to the "Melbourne Hotel." They entered the saloon, and were smilingly greeted by a good-looking young lady.
"Good evening, Miss Wallace; how are you, this evening?" said Hal, leaning familiarly over the bar.
"Very well, thank you."
"Have you seen Wyck lately?"