"Well, about a week ago he wrote to his wife from Florence. It would seem he has gone abroad to look after the money of which he has become possessed by his marriage."
"What! You don't tell me he's got the money with him?"
"I believe so. Mrs. Carson heard from the solicitor that he had sold the stocks and shares, to a large amount, and had transferred the funds to the Paris branch of the Crédit Lyonnais."
With effort Semberry repressed himself. A string of forcible epithets was obviously on the tip of his tongue. Although he was probably aware that Carson had left Sandbeach, it was evidently news to the Major that he and the money were together on the continent.
"Seems Carson and his wife don't pull," was all he said.
"I fear not," said Mallow, coolly. "In spite of the old adage, Carson seems to have preferred the maid to the mistress."
"What d'ye mean?" growled the Major, tugging savagely now at his moustache.
"I mean that the girl Clara Trall has joined Carson in Florence."
"It's a lie! She wouldn't dare----" Here the Major evidently thought he had said more than enough, for he stopped short.
"I am not accustomed to be told I am a liar, sir!"