“Oh, that!” The wife looked unconvinced. “She’s probably afraid of him when he’s sober; he’s a savage-looking man.”
“Well, I’m glad we’re quit of them,” he returned. “One’s best without neighbours if one can’t have them respectable... But they paid me well.”
“Ah! he’s one of that sort,” she responded... “more money than morals. The want of money’s a curse, and the having it is a curse as often as not.”
“The latter,” her husband said, smiling, “is a curse that would be to my taste.”
She smiled too.
“That’s because you know you’ll never have it, you old stodger, you.”
Lawless learnt on inquiry after arriving in Stellenbosch that Denzil and Van Bleit had separated, the former having departed earlier for the coast, while Van Bleit had left only a quarter of an hour before they arrived. He had taken a ticket for Worcester.
“That, then, is my destination,” Tottie announced, when he told her the result of his investigations.
“Better take a ticket for a couple of stations beyond, and work your way back to Worcester,” he advised.
“Not a bad idea,” she returned readily. “But I’m going to stay a couple of days here with you before running after Karl.”