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And the fist of the man who'd swindled her, and the writin' of the Mrs. Casey who'd sent a letter per despatch-runner from Diamond Town to a husband who didn't exist, tallied to an upstroke and the crossin' of a 't'!" "Is it beyond doubt that the letter from the supposed Mrs. Casey was not a genuine communication?" Saxham asked. "Beyond doubt.

"They state in the usual formula that it will be to your advantage to communicate with them. May I, as a friend, urge on you the necessity of doing so?" Saxham's grim mouth shut close. His eyes brooded sullenly. "I will think it over, sir." "You haven't much time. A despatch-runner from Koodoosvaal got through the enemy's lines last night with some letters and this paper.

"I do hope not that story about the unwashed Boer and the cake of soap!" "Don't be alarmed. It's a recent and completely harmless anecdote about the despatch-runner from Diamond Town who got in this morning." Her eyes sparkled. "Really ...? And with news worth having?" "Mr. Casey might be disposed to think so." "Who is Mr. Casey?" "That's a question nobody can answer satisfactorily."

We hear in the course of things from a Kaffir despatch-runner that she's stayin' in a hotel of sorts at Tweipans, where Brounckers has had his headquarters since he shifted Chief Laager from Geitfontein. And for any further information we may knock our rotten heads against a brick wall and twiddle our thumbs. Never you marry, Toby, my boy!"