“Bah!” said Mr Penwynn. “The place is worthless. The money wasted there is enormous.”
“Yes, they were pretty extravagant; but do you know, Penwynn, I’ve got hold of a man who used to work there.”
“Yes?”
“A man of the name of Lannoe.”
“Lannoe, Lannoe? Why, that was the man who summoned a miner for half killing him.”
“To be sure, yes, so it was. I remember now. Some quarrel about a girl.”
“Of course. That scoundrel Prawle’s wench down at the Cove. Well, what about him?”
“He swears to me that when the company broke up, and the owners would advance no more money, they had just got to good paying stuff.”
“I don’t believe it,” said Mr Penwynn sharply.
“Well I don’t put much faith in it myself, but they say where there’s smoke there’s fire.”