"Somebury at the door."
"The door's all right. I locked it."
"He's got a key."
"Who has?"
"Silver."
"Is he on the ramp?"
"Ain't he?" snorted Monkey. "Hundred thousand—and the gal." He added with a snort: "Thought I were a copper's nark. Good as told me so."
Joses stole down the gangway to the door.
When he came back Monkey was holding the bucket to Four-Pound-the-Second, who was drinking noisily.
"It was only the cat," he said. "I heard her scuttle."