"How can you do that, when he's in Tasmania?" said Reg.
"Who told you he'd gone there? Well, well; they was getting at yer. He's not in Tasmania," answered Dick, putting on an innocent air. But finding he had given himself away, he began to get into a rage.
"We'll have another drink, and bring this interview to a close. You can drive us back to Collins Street, Dick."
Dick obeyed in a surly way, and when they pulled up at the Palace, Hal asked him the damage.
"A sov.—and no humbug," was the reply.
"Your fare is two shillings," said Hal.
"It's a sov. or a summons, so please yourself," retorted Dick.
"I'll pay it you, but it's a swindle, and you know it, but, mark my words, Dick, when swindlers swindle people, then it is time for people to swindle swindlers," said Hal, handing him the money.
"Oh, go to the d—," said Dick, shortly, and whipping up his horse, drove rapidly away. Terence appeared then on the scene, and received the order to follow him and report.
"Come up as far as Menzie's Hotel, Reg," said Hal. "I have a little bit of business to do there."