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Cecilia managed to make him repair the omission, after a struggle, and saw them off with a thankful heart which sank anew as she heard a neighbouring clock strike three. Three and already she should be meeting Bob in Hyde Park. She fled for a duster, and hurried to the drawing-room. Eliza encountered her on the way. "Now, wotcher goin' to do wiv that duster, Miss?" she inquired.
He picked up the fragments and ate them, and there before him stood the strange, small boy, who threw a sponge cake directly at his head and hit him with it plunk. "Wotcher chuckin' dem at me fer?" Keekie Joe demanded menacingly.
"Wotcher doin' in my 'ouse?" suddenly inquired Sloppy, blinking with suspicion at Flash Kate. "Yous go 'ome, me fine lady, afore yer git yerself talked about." The woman at the door laughed loudly, and pretended to examine with keen interest a new wedding ring on her finger. "Cum 'ere, an' I'll tear yer blasted eyes out," cried the drunkard, turning on her furiously.
"You gotchee pukka stuff thisee time, George?" "I allus brings the pukka stuff!" roared the seaman, ceasing to fumble with the knots and glaring at Sin Sin Wa. "Wotcher mean pukka stuff?" "Gotchee no use for bran," murmured Sin Sin Wa. "Gotchee no use for tin-tack. Gotchee no use for glue." "Bran!" roared the man, his glance and pose very menacing. "Tin-tacks and glue!
'Then that means, said Owen, 'that means that the wages the people in division four receive is not equivalent to the work they do. 'Wotcher mean, equivalent? cried Crass. 'Why the 'ell don't yer talk plain English without draggin' in a lot of long words wot nobody can't understand? 'I mean this, replied Owen, speaking very slowly. 'Everything is produced by the people in number four.
"Wotcher say, guv'nor?" queried the cabman again, turning his bleared eyes upon Sergeant Sowerby. "He said," interrupted Dunbar, "was Brian's cab empty?" "'Course it was," rapped Mr. Hamper, "'e 'd just dropped 'is fare at Palace Mansions."... "How do you know?" snapped Dunbar, suddenly, fixing his fierce eyes upon the face of the speaker. The cabman glared in beery truculence.
Moss showed signs of an attempt to escape. He stooped for a minute as though to run, but a kick from Mr. Parker induced him to alter his mind. "Wotcher want?" he asked belligerently. The old gentleman had now reached them, red-faced and incoherent. He addressed himself to Mr. Cullen, and I no longer had any doubt whatever that the affair was a plant of the detective.
Melican boy no Pilat!" said the little Chinaman, substituting "l's" for "r's" after his usual fashion. "Wotcher say?" said Hickory, reddening with sudden confusion. "Melican boy's papa heap lickee him s'pose him leal Pilat," continued Wan Lee doggedly. "Melican boy Pilat INSIDE housee. Chinee boy Pilat OUTSIDE housee. First chop Pilat."
Happily he turned out a fair representative of his class, an intelligent and unfuddled cabby. "Jump in, sir," he told Kirkwood cheerfully, as soon as he had assimilated the latter's demands. "I knows precisely wotcher wants. Leave it all to me." The admonition was all but superfluous; Kirkwood was unable, for the time being, to do aught else than resign his fate into another's guidance.
"Does he owe you anything?" "Wotcher say, guv'nor?" "I say, it's very good of you to take all this trouble and whatever it has cost you in time, we shall be pleased to put right." Mr. Hamper spat in his right palm, and rubbed his hands together, appreciatively. "Make it five bob!" he said. "Wait downstairs," directed Dunbar, pressing a bell-push beside the door. "I'll get it put through for you."
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