“No, sir, that’s not much.”
“Do you think he gets any more rational as time goes on? Any more fit to be about?”
Mr. Bradfield put this question in the same tone as the rest, but the look with which he accompanied the words was more penetrating, more curious than before.
He wanted Stelfox to look up, but the man persisted in looking down.
“He’s about the same, sir, as he’s been ever since I’ve known him.”
“Just as mad? Just as unfit to go about uncontrolled?”
“Exactly the same, sir.”
Now Mr. Bradfield was not satisfied with this answer. He looked angrily at all that he could see of Stelfox’s stolid face, and then said, shortly:
“I haven’t seen you to speak to about that affair of Wednesday last—you know—when he got away.”