"But
I knew you wasn't what you said you was, in a manner of speakin'. And if
it 'adn't been for all this unpleasantness, it would 'ave bin a nice
little change for yer, wouldn't it? Sorry to see the last of you, sirs,
I am that. And that young gentleman of your'n. But I must say I'm glad to
be done of the business."
Cleek blew a cloud of smoke into the air.
"Oh, you'll have another dose of it before you're entirely finished!" he
responded. "When the case comes on in London. _That's_ the ticklish part
of the business. We'll meet there again, I expect, as Mr. Lake and I will
be bound to give our evidence--which is a thankless task at the best of
times.... Hello! Dollops, got the golf-clubs and walking-sticks? That's
a good lad. Now we'll be off to old London again--eh, Lake? Good-bye,
Borkins. Best of luck."
"Good-bye, gentlemen."
The two men got into the taxi Dollops had procured for them, while that
worthy hopped on to the seat beside the driver and gave him the order to
"Nip it for the eight o'clock train for Lunnon, as farst as you kin slide
it, cabby!" To which the chauffeur made some equally pointed remark, and
they were off.
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