“Yes, he had me for passing bad notes in Brussels,” remarked the old man grimly. “So old Sandys is employing him?”
“Yes, and the old man is determined to know the whereabouts of Edna Manners.”
“I don’t think he’ll ever know. But how came you to know about it?”
“I have a pal who is a friend of Fuller’s—Jack Shawford. He told me. Sandys suspects that something serious has happened to the girl.”
At this Claribut became very grave.
“What makes him suspect it? He surely doesn’t know that the girl was acquainted with that old parson Homfray!”
“No. I don’t think so,” was the reply.
“Ah! That’s good. If he had any suspicion of that, then Fuller might get on the right track, you know, because of this mining concession in Morocco.”
“What connexion has that with the disappearance of the pretty Edna?” asked his fellow crook, in ignorance.
“Oh! it’s a complicated affair, and it would take a long time to explain—but it has!”