Mr. Goodman patted 'im on the shoulder. "Don't you worry about Peter's
troubles," he ses. "I know exactly wot to do; it's all planned out. Now
I'm going to 'ave a lay down for an hour--I didn't get much sleep last
night--and if you'll call me at twelve o'clock we'll go somewhere. Knock
loud."

He patted 'im on the shoulder agin, and Sam, arter fidgeting about a bit,
went out. The last time he ever see Peter's uncle he was laying on the
bed with 'is eyes shut, smiling in his sleep. And Peter Russet didn't
see Sam for eighteen months.