"Thinking he's got the fan."
"You bet--on my evidence. Well," said Burgh calmly and with a twinkle in his evil eyes. "I reckon old man Forge is in an almighty fix. He's in danger of being knifed by Hwei--thanks to me, and of being hanged for killing the old girl--thanks to you."
Olivia's face expressed her disgust. "If you have heard all you wish to hear, we'll go away," she said to her husband.
"Right oh," said Burgh. "Don't mind me. Pretty place y'have here," he added looking round the beautiful cloisters, "that's the place where they lynched the old monk I reckon. I've heard that silly rhyme of yours, Ainsleigh. I guess you've fulfilled one part."
"How so?" asked Rupert stiffly.
"About the marriage y'know. A poor Ainsleigh has wedded a poor wife. So that's all right. Now I--"
"I must be going," interrupted Ainsleigh annoyed by the man's glib talk, "have you anything else to say?"
"Only this. Forge is going to hitch long-side Aunt Lavinia to-morrow, and if you run him in, she'll get left."
"All the better for her," said Ainsleigh calmly, "he's a bad lot."
"That's so. Much worse than you think. He was the man who tried to stab you in Penter's Alley."