You ran away because you were ill with a fever,' said Mr Carmichael. It nearly killed you, remember?'
And it did kill poor Ralph,' said Mr Carrisford. He put all his money into the mines because I was his friend. But at first we didn't find any diamonds, and all Ralph's money was gone. I was afraid to tell him, so I ran away. And later, when we did find diamonds, Ralph was dead. He laughed, angrily. What a brave friend I was!
It's not easy to be brave, Mr Carmichael said quietly, when you're ill with a fever.
Mr Carrisford looked into the fire. Ram Dass tells me, he said, about a little servant-girl next door. The monkey ran away, and Ram Dass went across the roof to get him back from her room. The poor child sleeps in a cold, dirty attic, and works about sixteen hours a day. Is Ralph's daughter living like that? I can't stop thinking about it.
We're going to find her one day, said Mr Carmichael.
But how?' said Mr Carrisford. He put his head in his hands. I never saw her. I don't know her name! Ralph always called her his "Little Missus". We talked all the time about the mines. He never told me the name of her school. Her mother was French, so did he take her to a
school in France? Or was it in England?'
Well, we know there was a child at a school in Paris, said Mr Carmichael, with the name of Carew or Crewe.