"Yes, go by all means, for if we don't call for them, he's likely enough to give them up to——"
Murray hesitated, but Chivey instantly supplied the word.
"The rightful owners, you mean, guv'nor."
"Cut away!" sharply exclaimed Murray, who was annoyed at the liberties taken by his quondam servant.
Chivey strolled up towards the prison, and was just in time to meet the gaoler coming out.
"Mornin', mossoo," he said, with a familiar nod, "rather warm, ain't it? What d'ye say to a bottle of wine jest to wash the dust out o' yer throat?"
The Frenchman did not comprehend a fourth part of this speech, but he understood that he was to partake of a bottle of wine, and at once signified his willingness.
"Vid moosh plaisir, m'sieu."
And he led the way to a cabaret where they sold his favourite wine.
"Now have you got any letters for me?" said Chivey, when they were comfortably seated at a table, remote from the few other customers, who were engaged in a very noisy game of dominoes.