'I met Abe Dalton, alone, coming from the direction of the doctor's house. I thought it strange he should be there when all the people were at the Gum Tree, and wagering going on,' said Doonan.
'Where is Dalton?'
'I saw him last in Hyam's booth. You must not question him about it.'
'Leave that to me,' she said. Then, placing her hand on his arm, she added, 'Find out who did it. You will; I am sure you will.'
'All right, Sal, I'll do my best, but Sergeant Machinson may take the matter out of my hands.'
A contemptuous look came over her face.
'I don't think much of the sergeant,' she said. 'You are worth a dozen of him.'
Constable Doonan felt satisfied with himself, and thought Sal a woman of much discernment. He determined then and there to do what she asked, sergeant or no sergeant.
Wandering around, Sal saw Abe Dalton after the next race, and he also saw her.
'This will be a good opportunity of speaking to her,' he thought. 'I would like to do this bit of business for Rodney Shaw; he's rich, and a rich friend is always handy, more especially if he happens to be a partner in a suspicious transaction.'