“Sweet Fanny Adams,” said Arthur cheerfully.
“Let’s quit kidding.”
“All right. Maybe they want to see justice done.”
“Justice?”
“Yes. Ever heard of it?”
“Sure. I’ve heard of kidnapping too.”
“Oh, blimey!” Arthur laughed. “Look, if you’re as nervous as that, chum, forget it.” He stood up. “I’ll have to be getting along now. If you want to come, be at the café tomorrow like I said. Otherwise-” He shrugged.
“O.K. I’ll think about it.”
“Yes, you do that. Sorry to mess up all your papers like that, but I expect you’d sooner tidy them up yourself, really. Bye-bye for now.”
“Good-bye,” said George.