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"What for?" was the boy's natural question. "If you'll help me. "Fire ahead." "I'm a private inquiry," said Gerald. "Tec? You don't look it." "What's the good of being one if you look it?" Gerald asked impatiently, beginning on another bun. "That old chap on the floor above he's wanted." "Police?" asked the boy with fine carelessness. "No sorrowing relations."
If you ever get into any trouble at any time, you come to me." Sam said 'e would, and arter they had 'ad another drink together the tec shifted 'is seat alongside of 'im and talked in his ear. "If I can nab them two chaps I shall get promotion," he ses; "and it's a fi'-pun note to anybody that helps me. I wish I could persuade you to." "'Ow's it to be done?" ses Sam, looking at 'im.
At any hour the evening newspapers might be publishing his portrait and biography! On going downstairs he was cheered a little by meeting an apologetic Eliza. "I hope I didn't do any reel 'arm, sir," she said, dropping an aspirate in sheer emphasis. "Any harm to whom, or what?" he asked. "By talkin' as I did afore that 'tec, sir." "All depends on what you said to him.
"We certainly shan't oppose you with violence, but I warn you that Scotland Yard " "Oh, that be blowed!" the adventurer snorted in disgust. "I can sail circles round any tec. that ever blew out of Scotland Yard! Give me an hour's start, and you're free to do all the funny business you've a mind to, with Scotland Yard!"
For the war-steeds of the Ultonians neighed loudly in their stables, and from the Tec Brac, the Speckled House of the Red Branch, rose a clangour of brass, the roar of the shield called Ocean, and the booming of the Gate-of-Battle, and the singing of swords long silent, and the brazen thunder of the revolution of wheels; and he saw strange forms and faces in the air, and the steady sun dancing in the heavens, and a man standing beside the stranger whose face was like the sun.
"By the way, Fred, didn't you tell me about that funny little chap, Furno, the 'tec, buyin' some pictures of yours?" he said. "I did. Had him there, anyhow," chuckled Elkin. "How much did you stick 'im for?" "Three guineas." "They can't ha' bin this lot, then, though I've a notion it wur the same name, 'Aylesbury Steeplechase." "What are you talking about?" "This."
There's a couple o' chaps down 'ere I'm told off to look arter special, but it's no good unless I can catch 'em red-'anded." "Red-'anded?" ses Sam. "With their hands in the chap's pockets, I mean," ses the tec. Sam gave a shiver. "Somebody had their 'ands in my pockets once," he ses. "Four pun ten and some coppers they got." "Wot was they like?" ses the tee, starting. Sam shook his 'ead.
"It's good for trade," he mumbled, "but I'll be glad when these 'ere Lunnon gents clears out. They worry me, they do. Fair gemme a turn, 'e did. A tec', indeed! He's nothin' but a play-hactor hisself!"
"I want a respectable-looking seafaring man," ses the tec, speaking very slow; "that's you. He goes up Tower Hill to-morrow night at nine o'clock, walking very slow and very unsteady on 'is pins, and giving my two beauties the idea that 'e is three sheets in the wind. They come up and rob 'im, and I catch them red-'anded. I get promotion, and you get a fiver."
"That's my secret," he ses, arter the tec 'ad patted 'im on the back and brought 'im round. "You're a marvel, that's wot you are," ses the tec, shaking his 'ead. "Have one with me." Sam said he didn't mind if 'e did, and arter drinking each other's healths very perlite 'e ordered a couple o' twopenny smokes, and by way of showing off paid for 'em with 'arf a quid.
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