The man's face, wrinkled, dark and apelike, looked up. 'He was a good pal, pore old b-- ,' he said. 'You would not like, surely to goodness, to go to mess with your shoes all bloody.' 'If I had given him leave,' Tietjens said, 'he would not be dead now.' 'No, surely not,' One Seven Thomas answered. 'But it is all one. Evans of Castell Goch would surely to goodness have killed him.' 'So you knew, too, about his wife!' Tietjens said. 'We thocht it wass that,' One Seven Thomas answered, 'or you would have given him leave, cahptn. You are a good cahptn.