money. There was gold in those days!—plenty of it—and Parslewe had a fist full. He held it out to Madrasia.
"Go and buy a toothbrush!" he said. "You know the town—go and do a bit of shopping. Better get all you want—didn't I say we might be two nights? Go and amuse yourself, my dear, and leave mysteries alone. There are no mysteries—to me, anyway." He thrust the money into her hands, stood smilingly by while she put on her furs, and when she had gone, turned to me with a laugh.
"Trust a woman for making the most of a mystery, Craye!" he said. "If there isn't one she'll invent one."
"Is there no mystery in this matter, then?" I asked. "It seems to me that there's a pretty handsome one. But evidently not to you—you're in the inside of things, you see, Mr. Parslewe."
"Aye, well," he answered. "I dare say I see the game from another angle. However, I'm not quite so thickheaded as not to realise that what's pretty plain to me mayn't be at all plain to other folk, and I'm going to let
