sister'll end in the work'us. Allchin'll never keep a place. Not
that I can blame him, sir, for givin' it to that Boxon, 'cause every
one says he's a brute."

"Well, just let me know if they begin to be in want. But of course
Allchin can always get work as a porter. He must learn to keep his
fists down, if he doesn't want to be perpetually out of employment."

"That's what I tell him, sir. And my poor sister, sir, she's never
stopped talkin' to him, day or night you may say, ever since it
happened--"

"Merciful Heavens!" groaned Warburton to himself.





CHAPTER 7




At half-past nine he reached Little Ailie Street.

"Mr. Sherwood not here yet, I suppose?" asked Will.

"Oh yes, he is, sir," replied the manager; "been here for half an
hour."