Dirty Work - Deep Waters, Part 11. by W. W. Jacobs
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I gave 'im the tanner. It was no use standing there arguing over a
tanner, with a purse of twelve quid waiting for me in the dock, but I told 'im wot people thought of 'im. "Arf a second, watchman," ses the policeman, as I started to shut the wicket agin. "You didn't see anything of that pickpocket, did you?" "I did not," I ses. "'Cos this gentleman thought he might 'ave come in here," ses the policeman. "'Ow could he 'ave come in here without me knowing it?" I ses, firing up. "Easy," ses the landlord, "and stole your boots into the bargain" "He might 'ave come when your back was turned," ses the policeman, "and if so, he might be 'iding there now. I wonder whether you'd mind me having a look round?" "I tell you he ain't 'ere," I ses, very short, "but, to ease your mind, I'll 'ave a look round myself arter you've gorn." The policeman shook his 'ead. "Well, o' course, I can't come in without your permission," he ses, with a little cough, "but I 'ave an idea, that if it was your guv'nor 'ere instead of you he'd ha' been on'y too pleased to do anything 'e could to help the law. I'll beg his pardon tomorrow for asking you, in case he might object." |
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