“It wasn’t quite the same as the one he’d lost.”
“Oh, no.” Jack realized that, with a creep down his back. He could still feel the dreadful touch of it on his fingers. “But I suppose he sent somebody else up after vat gold?”
“N-no.”
“Well, what did he do?”
“He—he got married.”
“Oh—h. And after vat?”
“Then he got a post of some sort—not easy to get, still harder to leave.”
“And—”
“And then he got some children. Oh, he was always getting things, that fellow! Once it was intermittent fever. Anyhow he had to stay where he was.”
“Ven who got ve gold?”