“These are the lot, sir. Shall I take them and go?”
“Yes,” said Ilam.
“Will you help me?” said the clerk to Mr. Gloucester.
“Yes,” said Mr. Gloucester.
And Mr. Gloucester and the clerk each picked up several coffers.
“Good-night, sir,” said the clerk.
“Good-night,” said Ilam.
“Stop that!” Jetsam exclaimed, turning his head slowly behind him to follow the movements of the pair.
“I beg pardon?” murmured the clerk interrogatively.
“I thought I told you to go to the other end of the room,” thundered Jetsam.