And yet, what's this dark stranger--as the
fortune-tellers say--doing, poking his nose into the affair, and trying
to murder me, just because I happen to be down here to investigate the
question of the Frozen Flames?... Bit of a problem, eh, Dollops? Frozen
Flames, Country Squires, Dark Strangers who are sailormen, and a butler
who has been years in the family service; there you have the ingredients
for quite a nice little mix-up. Now, I wonder where those two are bound
for?"
"'Pig and Whistle'," conjectured Dollops. "Leastways, tha's where old
Black Whiskers is a-makin' for. Got friend Borkins in tow as well
ternight, so things ought ter be gittin' interestin'. Gawd! sir,
if you don't looka fair cut-throat I an't ever seen one.
"Makes me blood run cold jist ter squint at yer, it does! That there
moustache 'ud git yer a fortin' on the stage, I swear. Mr. Narkom'd faint
if 'e saw yer, an' I'm not so certing I wouldn't do a bunk meself, if
I met yer in a dark lane, so to speak. 'Ow yer does the expression fair
beats me.
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