She nodded.
“Of course.”
“It's about Dick—seems rather a coincidence too. He was at the Cape, you know, with a firm of surveyors, and he's been offered a post on the Gold Coast.”
“The Gold Coast! How odd! Anywhere near—?”
“The offer came from the Bekwando Company!”
“Is he going?”
“Yes.”
She was full of eager interest. “How extraordinary! He might be able to make some inquiries for me.”
He nodded.
“What there is to be discovered about Mr. Scarlett Trent, he can find out! But, Ernestine, I want you to understand this! I have nothing against the man, and although I dislike him heartily, I think it is madness to associate him in any way with your father's death.”