“That you may rest assured of.”
“It’s turned out a bit of a frost this business, but it can’t be helped. Confound old Bourne for making away with himself, say I.”
“He’s gone to that bourne from whence no traveller returns,” observed Wrench, with a smile. “Excuse the pun.”
“I’d excuse anything in you; but now you have come we’ll make a night of it, as possibly it may be the last we shall be able to pass together for one while.”
“Can’t be done just now,” returned Wrench. “Have a little matter on hand.”
“The devil! What—something particularly urgent?”
“Rather so.”
“What might it be, if it’s a fair question?”
“I’m after an old scoundrel whom I hope to take to-night—he’s a well-known thief. We’ve got one or two cases against him.”
“What’s he been up to, then?”