"Well, well, two of you came over.His reverence is our own home-made article.You had known Ralph Smith in South Africa.
You had reason to believe he would not live long.You found out that his niece would inherit his fortune.How's that -- eh?"Carruthers nodded and Williamson swore.
"She was next-of-kin, no doubt, and you were aware that the old fellow would make no will.""Couldn't read or write," said Carruthers.
"So you came over, the two of you, and hunted up the girl.
The idea was that one of you was to marry her and the other have a share of the plunder.For some reason Woodley was chosen as the husband.Why was that?""We played cards for her on the voyage.He won.""I see.You got the young lady into your service, and there Woodley was to do the courting.She recognised the drunken brute that he was, and would have nothing to do with him.
Meanwhile, your arrangement was rather upset by the fact that you had yourself fallen in love with the lady.You could no longer bear the idea of this ruffian owning her.""No, by George, I couldn't!"
"There was a quarrel between you.He left you in a rage, and began to make his own plans independently of you.""It strikes me, Williamson, there isn't very much that we can tell this gentleman," cried Carruthers, with a bitter laugh.