“‘Yaes,’ said Pegon, concentrating his attention on what I was saying.
“‘To-day a gentleman was arrested on suspicion of being concerned in the robbery. The barman and the landlord swore that he was one of the men.’
“‘Ah,’ said Pegon, ‘that is strange—ver strange.’
“‘Have you heard of the robbery?’
“‘No, but I have my suspicions; my good friend Toko, and my dear friend Donnymore have been ver flush of their money, and I suspect——’
“‘Who is Donnymore?’ I ventured to ask.
“‘Donnymore! oh, he ver goot fellow, Donnymore, but he go leetle too far.’
“‘In what way?’
“‘I shall tell you,’ replied Pegon.
“‘Donnymore he come to my ’ouse, and he drinking my wine, but that is noting—oh, no, noting. You must know I need to pay Donnymore when I first com to England to show me thing or two I not know much, and Donnymore he shows me the places where thieves go, and give me hint now and then; but Donnymore he ver goot fellow, only he go little too far—just little bit too far. One day he com to my ’ouse and he drinking my wine and smoking my tabac, but that is noting—oh, noting—but he go to drawer, and he steal my stocking—oh, Donnymore, he ver goot fellow, but he go leetle, leetle too far.’