It was practically impossible that anyone could have heard of the identity of Keogh with the missing Considine.

How then had the story got about that her husband was dead, and that she had come into money?
She must have seen Considine get on the coach, but she had made no sign.

Their astonishment was deeper than ever when the coach stopped for a midday halt.

It was quite impossible for Considine to conceal himself.

The house, where the coach changed horses, was a galvanised-iron, one-roomed edifice in the middle of a glaring expanse of treeless plain, in which a quail could scarcely have hidden successfully.