"Oh, that!" The wife looked unconvinced. "She's probably afraid of him when he's sober; he's a savage-looking man." "Well, I'm glad we're quit of them," he returned. "One's best without neighbours if one can't have them respectable... But they paid me well." "Ah! he's one of that sort," she responded... "more money than morals. The want of money's a curse, and the having it is a curse as often as not." "The latter," her husband said, smiling, "is a curse that would be to my taste." She smiled too. "That's because you know you'll never have it, you old stodger, you." Lawless learnt on inquiry after arriving in Stellenbosch that Denzil and Van Bleit had separated, the former having departed earlier for the coast, while Van Bleit had left only a quarter of an hour before they arrived. He had taken a ticket for Worcester. "That, then, is my destination," Tottie announced, when he told her the result of his investigations. "Better take a ticket for a couple of stations beyond, and work your way back to Worcester," he advised. "Not a bad idea," she returned readily. "But I'm going to stay a couple of days here with you before running after Karl." "What for?" he asked. "It's losing time." "You're a bit keen to get rid of me, Grit," she said. He wheeled round abruptly and took her by the arm. "Don't get any of those fool ideas into your head," he said quickly. "When we've put this job successfully through, we'll go on the spree together--to Jo'burg, or anywhere you've a fancy for. You're a first-class chum." She flushed with pleasure even through the paint, and emitted a little awkward laugh. "I'd enjoy that more than enough. Just ourselves, and no need for this fooling round. But I'd like to stay and do first aid for twenty-four hours, anyhow... You won't go down to the coast with your face like that?" "Then, stay," he said, giving in with the spiritless manner of a man unequal to further contention. "I'll be glad enough of your company. I'm stiff and sore and jolly well out of conceit with myself. If anyone can reinstate me in my own opinion it's you." They put up at the hotel, and Tottie, whose ideas of first aid were practical if crude, was only deterred from putting them into effect by Lawless' irritable refusal to be touched. He bathed his sore and swollen face himself with warm water, and swore at the stiffness and its unfamiliar contours. In the morning the face was even less comfortable than on the day of assault, and he could not see out of one eye. But he was firm in insisting that Tottie should start on her journey. He bought her ticket and saw her off by the train. She parted from him reluctantly, and leaning half-way out of her compartment as the train was moving out, called to him: "Go and see a doctor, Grit. I don't like that eye of yours."