"That she must not know, Gregory—please remember."
He withdrew his head, tapped at the window and the car moved on.
"There's another problem for you, van Heerden," said Milsom with a chuckle.
"What?" demanded the other sharply.
"Hilda Glaum. I've only seen the girl twice or so, but she adores you. What are you going to do with her?"
Van Heerden lit a cigarette, and in the play of the flame Milsom saw him smiling.
"She comes on after me," he said, "by which I mean that I have a place for her in my country, but not——"
"Not the sort of place she expects," finished Milsom bluntly. "You may have trouble there."
"Bah!"
"That's foolish," said Milsom, "the convict establishments of England are filled with men who said 'Bah' when they were warned against jealous women. If," he went on, "if you could eliminate jealousy from the human outfit, you'd have half the prison warders of England unemployed."