"You won't find that the name of Edermont is known in those parts," she said, without thinking.
"Precisely," said Dora coolly. "Edermont is a false name. I have suspected that for some time. Thank you, Mrs. Tice, for admitting it. I have learnt so much from you. Mr. Joad will tell me the rest."
"Mr. Joad may or may not," said Mrs. Tice doubtfully. "Do not go too much by what I am saying, Miss Carew. You have a skilful and crafty person to deal with."
"Are you talking of yourself?"
"By no means. I am neither skilful nor crafty. I allude to Mr. Joad."
"You seem to be well acquainted with his character, Mrs. Tice. Did you know him at Christchurch?"
"No, my dear. I never saw the man until I came here--to this house. But I have eyes in my head, and I can see that he is singularly deceitful."
"Perhaps, but harmless."
Mrs. Tice shook her head with pursed-up lips.
"I disagree with you. The adder is harmless so long as it isn't trodden upon. Tread upon Mr. Joad, my dear young lady, and he will--bite."