“What, took by the perlice?” she cried, clutching his arm. “Will ’e go to prison?”
“Oh, yes, ’e’ll go to prison,” said the man.
“The Lord be praised!” she said, stopping dead.
The old woman, who had been unable to keep the pace, caught them up.
“Look ’ere, ye must look sharp,” she panted, “if ye want to see ’im alive, my dear.”
“Alive? Who?” asked Lucy stupidly.
The old woman glanced at the man.
“I thought ye’d told ’er,” she said.
Lucy gazed at them.
“If ye mean as Casey ’ave killed my Jerry,” she began slowly, trembling as she spoke.