feeling, but not much. It was all too academic now, and too complicated with absurdities.
âDo you know âim?â asked the Sergeant.
âNo.â said Riley.
âPity you didnât get the Hangman,â said the Sergeant. âYouâd be a rich man.â
âOh?â said Riley, surprised, âYou believe me do you?â
âCourse I do,â said the Sergeant, âEverybody does. Donât worry about old Mad Mick. Heâll have to send the report down to Sydney and youâll be out of here in a week.â
âMad Mick?â said Riley, âthatâs the sub-inspector is it?â
âYeah. Mad Mick Madden they call him. Heâll be relieved soon. Heâs driving us all as mad as he is.But youâve got nothing to worry about. Youâve done a good jobâfor a special that is.â
The Sergeant pulled the blanket over the corpseâs face.
âWhat about the inquest heâs talking about?â
âOh thereâll be an inquest all right, but the verdictâll be justifiable homicide. Youâve got nothing at all to worry about.â
âWhat about that girl?â said Riley, âThe sub-inspector didnât say anything about her. Did they talk to her?â
âJaney Cabel? They talked to her all right, but she had six witnesses to swear she was at a dance in the shanty all that night. But donât worry about that. Everybody knows young Johnny Cabelâs one of the Hangmanâs telegrams.â
The Sergeant seemed disposed to chat, but Riley was finding the atmosphere of the shed oppressive, even more so than that of his cell.
âThatâs not a bad idea,â said the Sergeant as he locked the door on Riley. âPutting bird shot in pistols. Iâll pass that on.â
It was another two weeks before the order for Rileyâs release came up from Sydney, despite the fact that the Coronerâs inquest had, as the Sergeant predicted, brought in a verdict of justifiable homicide.
âYouâve been more fortunate than you deserve, Riley,â said the sub-inspector, and there was no suggestion of geniality about him now.
âYes, sir,â said Riley, who didnât agree at all. Rather the reverse in fact.
âI have been instructed to re-equip you and send you out again,â said the sub-inspector, mumbling andspeaking more to the desk in front of him than to Riley.
âYes, sir,â said Riley.
âHowever,â said the sub-inspector, looking up at Riley and speaking more clearly and with more relish: âI have had no instructions as to either your pay or your gear and in the absence of any other advice propose to act according to the regulations.â
âOh,â said Riley, not knowing what acting according to regulations involved but assuming it must be unpleasant.
âYou will therefore have the value of your horses and gear debited against you and the amount taken from your pay. You know how much that is, Riley?â
âNo, sir.â
âNinety-four pounds seventeen shillings, Riley. Ninety-four pounds seventeen shillings.â
âYes, sir.â
âHowever the regulations provide that the whole of a trooperâs pay shall not be deducted to defray the expenses of replacing equipment lost or damaged,â said the sub-inspector, speaking from the book as he was occasionally prone to.
âYou will therefore be allowed to retain fifty per cent of your pay each month.â
At that rate it would take him roughly a year before he received full pay again, Riley calculated rapidly. It was obviously time he left the service. There must be some other way he could make a living in the colony. He couldnât think of one offhand though. Still, it meant he now had eight pounds, which was something.
âHowever,â continued the sub-inspector, âas you have spent three quarters of your first month in theservice in prison, you will draw