From her he learned a considerable amount of what had been going on at Moongarr.

From the Police Inspector, a little later, he learned a good deal more.
Harris' manner was portentous; he asked for a private interview in the office, saying that he had stayed on purpose to see the Boss, because his tale was impossible to write.

Then he told his own version of the capture and locking up of Wombo, taking blame on himself for having left the key of the hide-house in Maule's possession.
'But you see, Boss, he twitted me a bit about not having a warrant, and there's no doubt, wherever he's learned it, that the chap has got the whole constabulary lay-out at his finger ends--besides having the ear of the Governor and the Executive down in Leichardt's Town.

He's got money too, no end of it.

They were saying in Tunumburra that his wife left him a quarter of a million.' 'Go on--that's nothing to do with us,' put in McKeith gruffly.
'He's an old friend of her Ladyship's, I understand,' sniggered Harris.
'What the devil has that got to do with Wombo ?' said McKeith furiously.
Harris drew in his feelers.
'I wouldn't swear that it had, Mr McKeith, and I wouldn't swear that it hadn't.