"Whether she's there or whether she ain't, you come 'ome straight from your business every night, or I'll know the reason why, Jeremiah."
"Oh, I'll come straight home. Like all women, you're making a row about nothing. How am I going to find out all about this murder if you worry me this way?"
"Anything fresh?" asked Mrs. Slade, her curiosity getting the better of her temper.
"Nothing since the cord, Jemima; but I'm going to examine the place where the body was hidden. Maybe there's something there that's been overlooked."
"Near Pharaoh Lee's camp, ain't it, Jeremiah?"
"Oh, confound it, Jemima, you've got that girl on the brain!"
"I only hope you haven't," said Mrs. Slade, screwing up her mouth; "you deceive me, Jeremiah, and I'll tell Chard all that you've found out."
"Spoil my case, will you, you----"
"I don't care."
"You'll never get to Poldew."