'The P.M.?' questioned Shaw.
Jim laughed.
'Surely you have not forgotten Adye Dauntsey, the police magistrate at Barragong. He's stood your friend more than once when you have been in a scrape. Don't you recollect when he made it up between yourself and your father after that row in Swamp Creek?'
Rodney Shaw seemed uneasy, but Jim Dennis did not notice it. He was laughing to himself over the thought of the row in which he had taken a hand himself.
'So old—?'
'Dauntsey,' said Jim.
'Yes, Dauntsey. Is he there still, eh? Queer beggar and a rum name. How does he spell his Christian name?'
'Adye,' said Jim, spelling it out.
Shaw scribbled it on the back of the rest of his chair with a pencil he had near him.
'You don't mean to forget it,' said Jim. 'You must have a deuced bad memory.'