“Vy, the ‘ous. The young lady got out, and the hold folks driv back. I did not go arter them!” and Beck looked sly.
“So! I must find out the name.”
“I axed at the public,” said Beck, proud of his diplomacy. “They keeps a sarvant vot takes half a pint at her meals. The young lady’s mabe a foriner.”
“A foreigner! Then she lives there with her mother?”
“So they s’pose at the public.”
“And the name?”
Beck shook his head. “‘T is a French ‘un, your honour; but the sarvant’s is Martha.”
“You must meet me at Brompton, near the turnpike, tomorrow, and show me the house.”
“Vy, I’s in bizness all day, please your honour.”
“In business?”’