"True as I'm sittin' 'ere!" he responded grimly. "And before that a
friend of Sir Nigel's--a fine, big upstandin' man 'e were, name of
Wynne--went the same way. Got a little the worse for drink and laughed
at the story. Said 'e'd go out and investigate for 'imself. 'E never come
back from that day to this!"
"Gawd's truf! 'Ow orful! You won't find yer 'umble a 'ankerin' after the
fresh air come night-time!" broke in Dollops with a little shiver of
terror that was remarkably real. "I'll keep to me downy thank you, an' as
you say, Mr. Borkins, leave well enough alone. You're a wise gentleman,
you are!"
Borkins, flattered, still further expanded.
"I won't say as all you cockney chaps are the same as Collins," he
returned magnanimously, "for it takes all kinds ter make a world. If you
feels inclined some time, I'll walk you down to the Pig and Whistle and
you shall 'ave a word or two with a chap I know. 'E'll tell yer somethink
that'll make your 'air stand on end. You jist trot along ter me when
you're free, and we'll take a little stroll together.
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