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"Bob Grand 'as 'eard that Brad's out and that he's been 'anging around his 'otel, nasty-like. Who should come to my 'ouse in a cab at nine o'clock to-night but Bob Grand 'isself. He finds me alone, Ruby being off with 'er young man. When I sees who is coming up my steps, I almost keels over. The first words he says took my breath away.
"And he's the man as came to ask questions at the 'otel. I do call it bold of you, Mister Policeman." "Well," said Hurd, swinging his hat lazily, and looking from one to the other, quite taking in the situation, "you answered very few of my questions, so that is all right." "Why did you go down to Christchurch?" asked Miss Krill.
"'Ennery, 'hi have got to get out of Lunnon, don't you know, because me 'eart is palpitating," and we went back to the 'otel, to see if our invitation to visit King Hedward had arrived. Say, we are getting so we talk just like English coachmen, and you won't hundredstand us when we get 'ome. Yours, with a haccent. 'Ennery.
Her arms dropped and caught up the mantilla with a quick but not ungraceful sweep, and in apparently a single movement she was draped, wrapped, and muffled from waist to crown as before. With a slight inclination of her head, she said in quite another voice: "Si, senor. Bueno! I make the 'otel the Fonda in my hoose manana to-morrow! Tonight I and Sanchicha make the bed for us 'ere.
With the blandest of smiles the coachman started his horses, then, turning, he inquired, politely: "'Otel Tivoli?" "No, NO! Follow that carriage!" "No sabe Ingles!" said the coachman. Before Kirk had succeeded in making him understand, the street had become jammed with carriages and the Peruvian mare was lost to sight.
They 'ave no ballroom, I expect, in their town 'ouse, which accounts for their renting one for this occasion. They stopped a month in this 'otel last year, so I have the honour of m'luds acquaintance." "Lady Brighthelmston is not living, I should judge," remarked Salemina, in the tone of one who thinks it hardly worth while to ask.
"James," began the captain again. The mate withdrew his miserable eyes from the scene. "What?" "There ain't any reason why" began the captain, and paused and Hooked doubtfully upon the faithful Johnny Cos. "D'you speak English?" "Yes, sar," replied Johnny, ingratiatingly. "You want good 'otel, Cap'n? Good, cheap 'otel? I geeve you da card; 'Otel Lisbon, sar. All cap'n go there."
You just go to supper with 'em." "You're right, Joey," said David, his face flushing. "They stood by me, I'll stand by them." "The restaurant is down the main street near the 'otel," explained the old clown. "Ruby and me will walk down with you. And, by the way, I've been talking with Dick Cronk about you. He arsked me to tell you to be mighty careful of that wad o' money."
"I haven't any." "You don' work on the Canal?" "No. I'm a tourist. My father is a big railroad man in the States. I'm telling you this so you'll know how to act." "W'ere do you leeve w'at 'otel?" "I've been stopping with Mr. Weeks." Senor Alfarez's attitude became somewhat less overbearing. "In due time he will be notify of your outrage to my person," he announced.
After wandering for some time, Sandy Black paused, and looking down at his little friend with what may be called a grave smile, gave it as his opinion that they had got lost "in Settlers'-toon." "I do believe we 'ave," assented Jerry. "What's to be done?" "Gang to the best hotel," suggested Sandy. "But where is the best 'otel?" "H'm! 'ee may ask that."
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