"You can't tell me. I'm worth a few hundreds. I'll bet them you can't tell me," Garry persisted.
"This is foolishness. What the deuce have you got into your head?"
"More than you think. I know you travelled to Sydney alone," replied Garry.
"And supposing I did, you fool, do you expect I'd travel in the same carriage with her?"
"Maybe not, but you'd have been only too glad to have gone anywhere with her a couple of years back," Garry retorted.
"It was her own fault. She was tired of my company. She behaved badly. I treated her well," said Bellshaw.
"When you first brought her from Bourke you did, but I don't think she ever forgave, or forgot, how she came here. It was a blackguardly trick to play her."
"What trick?"
"Oh, stow that. Do you mean to say you think I don't know? I'm no fool. She was dazed, drugged, or something, when she came. Why it was more than a week before she found out where she was, and she had to stay because she couldn't get away. There was nowhere to go."
"We'll drop all that. She's safe enough now. Don't bother your head about her."