"Captain 'Oshspur—sir, let me tell you this von't do no longer."
"What won't do, Mr. Hart?"
"Vat von't do? You know vat von't do. Let me tell you this. You'll be at the Old Bailey very soon, if you don't do just vat you is told to do."
"Me at the Old Bailey!"
"Yes, Captain 'Oshspur,—you at the Old Bailey. In vat vay did you get those moneys from poor Mr. Valker? I know vat I says. More than three hundred pounds! It was card-sharping."
"Who says it was card-sharping?"
"I says so, Captain 'Oshspur, and so does Mr. Bullbean. Mr. Bullbean vill prove it." Mr. Bullbean was a gentleman known well to Mr. Hart, who had made one of the little party at Mr. Walker's establishment, by means of which Cousin George had gone, flush of money, down among his distinguished friends in Norfolk. "Vat did you do with poor Valker's moneys? It vas very hard upon poor Mr. Valker,—very hard."
"It was fair play, Mr. Hart."
"Gammon, Captain 'Oshspur! Vere is the moneys?"
"What business is that of yours?"