"Th' craythers didn't feel loike comin' up th' shtairs inny more," Barney explained. "They seemed to hiv enough sport fer wan avenin'. Somebody shouted somethin' to thim, an' away they wint out doors, so I took to lookin' fer yez, me b'y."
"And you found me?"
"Oi looked out av th' windy, an' hearrud yer voice. Thot's whoy Oi came down. Phat has happened out here, Oi dunno?"
Frank hastily explained.
"Well, it's the avil wan's oun luck!" exclaimed Barney. "But av we shtay here, Frankie, it's pinched we'll be by the police as will be afther getting around boy and boy. We'd betther take a sneak."
"Inza——"
"She ain't here inny more, me lad, an' so ye moight as well go."
"You are right. Come on."
Swiftly and silently they slipped away, leaving Colonel Vallier with the dead youth.
Frank was feeling disgusted and desperate, and he expressed himself freely as they made their way along the streets.