By this time they had reached the camp, and Bounce stopped the recital of his "lucky" incidents. Carstairs got down. "If I'm long, you can drive by yourself to Southville. I don't want to make you late."
"That's alright, sir. I changed-over with my mate to-day. I don't go on till midnight."
"That's very kind of you, Bounce."
"Don't mention it, sir."
Carstairs went across to the caravan. The gipsy woman saw him coming and opened the door to greet him. "She came back and went away again first thing this morning. She'll be back this afternoon."
Carstairs frowned and stared at the woman very severely. He thought she was not telling the truth, but he saw by the light of genuine anger that sprang to her eyes at his frown, that he had misjudged her.
"I'm sorry," he said. "How is your husband?"
She smiled again at once. "About the same. Will you wait?" she asked.
"No thanks, I'll explore the country a bit, and call back again." He was going away when the woman stopped him. "Will you come in just a minute? I'd like to try you with the cards!"
He looked at her enquiringly. "Do you really believe your cards?"