This morning a 'foreigner' approaches Blakeley with a gold reef  proposition up north but he will only do business in Carrington's presence, fair enough. The fellow's specimens look very nice, Sutherland especially interested and the Bailey's agree the claims are worth checking. Carrington of course remains aloof during negotiations, even manages to keep a straight face when Coote, (the last bloke to know) bustles into the action and is promptly told to buzz off.

Carrington has a lot of time for this particular 'foreigner' and decides not to warn Blakeley, for his pig ignorance he can learn the hard way, C.A.G.E. is doing business with that inscrutable Trojan, Simon Rieff and any bloke who earns the respect of Cecil Madigan is a fellow to be reckoned with, yet Blakeley doesn't bother to remember his name. Wouldn't worry Rieff, he's been named worse.

Fortunately Fred Colson is in town between deliveries and quickly hired to drive the men up north to Barrow Creek and thereabouts to inspect Rieff's gold show, Freddy doesn't bat an eye at Rieff's slow half wink, it'll cost him a beer though, what's that usually impassive Russian up too?. They'll set off tomorrow. Coote is pointedly told to remain in town, after all his job is to find Lasseter and he'd better get on with it.

LASSETERIA