“He hasn’t got typhoid yet,” said Dr. O’Grady. “If he’s the kind of man who pays six months’ rent in advance and asks no questions, I hope he soon will.”
“Unfortunately for you he seems to have neither wife nor children.”
“No, nor as much as a maid-servant,” said Dr. O’Grady. “And from the look of him, I’d say he was a tough old cock himself, the sort of man a microbe would hesitate about attacking.”
“You’ve seen him, then?”
“I happened to be standing at Jimmy O’Loughlin’s door the day he drove through in his motor car.”
“You would be, of course.”
“But I’ve never seen him since. Nobody has. He has a servant, an Englishman, I’m told, who comes into the village every second day in the motor, and buys what’s wanted for the house at Jimmy O’Loughlin’s.”
“Jimmy makes a good thing out of that, I expect,” said Lord Manton.
“Believe you me, he does. Jimmy’s the boy who knows how to charge, and these people don’t seem to care what they pay.”