He could not guess what she was driving at.

Peggy slowly drew out of a handbag a faded piece of paper and handed it to him without a word.

It was the original marriage certificate, the same that Ellen Harriott had seen at Red Mick's.

He unfolded it and spread it out on the table.
"What's this ?" "Read it." "I certify that I, Thomas Nettleship," he mumbled through the formula, then, sharply "What's this name doing here?
Who is Patrick Henry Keogh?
Is there such a person ?" "Yis," said Peggy, boiling up.

"A long slab-sided useless feller.