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"They do say as how one man's mutton is another man's poison," retorted my driver, who, in spite of the entertainment he was receiving, visibly regarded the other with disfavour. "If you'd a give us the tip, I'd 'ave 'ad my suvering. As it is I don't take it friendly like that you should a' bilked us."

At last he pulled his horse to a standstill, and descended from his seat. "This 'ere's the place," he said, "and that's the street he bolted down. Yer can't mistake it. Now let's have a look at yer suvering, guvner, and then I'll be off home to bed, and it's about time too." I paid him the sum I had promised him, and then made my way down the narrow street, in the direction Hayle had taken.

Hullo, young un! You're the rascal as stole the suvering: I saw you! Bill. Dunno what you're up to. I never stole nothink. James. Oh no! of course not! What's that in yer fist now? BILL drops his stool on JAMES'S foot, throws up the coin, catches it with his other hand, and puts it in his mouth. Tho. Theighur! Theighur! The like ov that! Aw're agooin wi' a thief aw wur! Bill.

Then you can take your sovereign and be off home as quick as you like. Do you agree?" He hesitated for a space in which a man could have counted twenty, and then set his glass upon the counter. "I'll do it," he said. "I'll drive yer there, not for the suvering, but for the good of the country yer speaks about. Come on." I gave my own man his money, and then followed the other out to his cab.

His master guv me the suvering. He guv it to me to tell him where your Mattie was. James. Don't you fancy you're g' in' to take in an experienced old gen'leman like that with your cock-and-bull stories! Come along, I say. Hey! Police! Bill. Here you are! Give it to old Hunx there. He shan't never see his Mattie! I wur right to chivy him, arter all. Now look here, Timothy. I'm a detective hofficer.