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I could not remember for the moment the name. "Yes the old josser I live with. Fine old man got a point of view of his own!" "Delighted," I said. "To-morrow. Eight o'clock. Don't dress." He was just going off when he turned again. "Awfully glad you're better," he said. He cleared his throat, looked at me in a very friendly way, then smiled.

His features were knotted up into a scowl, and he swore audibly as he snapped the shutter over the bull's-eye and handed it back to Petrie. "Nothing worth looking into, superintendent?" "No, not a thing!" he replied. "The silly old josser! pulling me down there amongst the coals and rubbish for an insane idea like that!

Yet she loves me not! It is streeange!" Then changing his bass to a shrill falsetto: "It is a cold and dismal night: the snow falls fast. I will leave me 'at and umbrella be'ind the door and go out for a walk with the chee-ild. Aha! who is this? 'E also 'as forgotten 'is umbrella. Ah, now I know 'im in the pitch dark by 'is cigarette! Villain, murderer, silly josser! it is you!"

Bob Pillin walked beside him, thinking: 'Poor old josser, he is gettin' a back number! And he said: "I should have thought you ought to drive, sir. My old guv'nor would knock up at once if he went about at night like this." The answer rumbled out into the misty air: "Your father's got no chest; never had."

Then there were shouting, whistling, stamping, and deafening applause. The whole house was unanimous for an encore, and she came back smiling and bowing with a certain look of elation and pride. John Storm was becoming terrified by his own anger. "Be quiet there!" said some one behind him. "Who's the josser?" said somebody else, and then he heard Glory's voice again. It was another Manx ditty.

And I can fancy that this very human trait of his had in a manner worn upon the probably undisciplined nerves of the backwoods josser had, in fact, deprived him of his "goat," as the native people have it. Be this as it may, we gathered at the dock on the afternoon of the third day of our stay to assist at the return.

His head had sunk slightly forward, but he looked up, lowering at the preacher with his little innocent eyes, half sullen, half afraid. Wauchope was merely uncomfortable. He suffered on the surface. But Ranny was disturbed profoundly, shaken, excited, and most curiously uplifted. He and Wauchope compared notes afterward on the preacher, whom they called "that imported josser."

As I neither answered nor raised my eyes Mahony exclaimed again: "I say... He's a queer old josser!" "In case he asks us for our names," I said "let you be Murphy and I'll be Smith." We said nothing further to each other. I was still considering whether I would go away or not when the man came back and sat down beside us again.

They said that if I had been a criminal, I might have made my fortune by looking so like an honest man; but as I had the misfortune to be an honest man, there was not even the remotest chance of my assisting them by ever looking like a criminal. But at last I was brought before some old josser who was high up in the force, and who seemed to have no end of a head on his shoulders.

The "jolliest old josser" seemed difficult to repress; for already he had eluded Sam, and, reappearing in the kitchen doorway, waddled across the thoroughfare towards us. "Me new cook!" he repeated, going on from where he had left off. "Me Cheon!" and then, in queer pidgin-English, he solemnly rolled out a few of his many qualifications: "Me savey all about," he chanted.