‘That’s nothing to the way he touched me. Wait and learn,’ I answered, while Craig looked quite distressed. ‘He’ll do it, Mr. Craig, never fear,’ I said, ‘and any other little duty that may occur to you.’
‘Now that’s too bad of you. That is all I want, honour bright,’ he replied; adding, as he turned away, ‘you are just in time for a cup of coffee, Mr. Graeme. Now I must see Mrs. Mavor.’
‘Who is Mrs. Mavor?’ I demanded of Graeme.
‘Mrs. Mavor? The miners’ guardian angel.’
We put up the horses and set off for coffee. As we approached the booth Graeme caught sight of the Punch and Judy show, stood still in amazement, and exclaimed, ‘Can the dead live?’
‘Punch and Judy never die,’ I replied solemnly.
‘But the old manipulator is dead enough, poor old beggar!’
‘But he left his mantle, as you see.’
He looked at me a moment
‘What! do you mean, you—?’