With his hand not yet withdrawn from the breast of his garment, Riah started and paused.
‘Oho!’ said Fledgeby. ‘Didn’t expect it! Where have you hidden her?’
Showing that he was taken by surprise, the old man looked at his master with some passing confusion, which the master highly enjoyed.
‘Is she in the house I pay rent and taxes for in Saint Mary Axe?’ demanded Fledgeby.
‘No, sir.’
‘Is she in your garden up atop of that house—gone up to be dead, or whatever the game is?’ asked Fledgeby.
‘No, sir.’
‘Where is she then?’
Riah bent his eyes upon the ground, as if considering whether he could answer the question without breach of faith, and then silently raised them to Fledgeby’s face, as if he could not.
‘Come!’ said Fledgeby. ‘I won’t press that just now. But I want to know this, and I will know this, mind you. What are you up to?’