He had lain in that hovel of the Rileys, hadn't he? Well, you only need to put your nose in the door of one of those shanties and the dickies, lice and bugs come out to meet you. You'll have to buy him a new rig-out, at least coat and pants. But when you're at it, you could throw in a couple of shirts, 'cos as he stood he had only one on his back and one off it." "Anything else you can think of?" "No, not at the minute, but you owe him that." "Huh!" He walked from her, out of the kitchen and up to the bedroom. Fanny had the child at her breast; and he pulled a chair to the side of the bed and watched his daughter feed; and he didn't speak until Fanny, laying the child to her side, said, "What do you intend to do?" "I told you. I'm going to the polis. Let them deal with it, because I've racked my brains and I can't think of anyone I can lay it on, not round about, anyway." "Have you thought of the boy?" "Yes; yes, I have; and that's why I'm doing it." "When you mention his name they will likely question him." "Of course." "What if it should reach the papers, Ward, and that man from whom he ran sees it?
