"Bermondsey — qvick — dere is no time to argue. Ay haff done you a good turn wit' de toot-ache, eh?"
"Ho!" said the Bermondsey Terror.
"And you say you like to do me a good turn? Good! Den you do diss, eh? You hold diss door for me until we can go for help and get aw — can get rope to tie dem up. Here, you hold…"
Uttering his significant monosyllable, the other leaped from the door with a crack of his head on the doorpost which he seemed to mind not at all, and lent his weight to the knob.
"Wot's up?" he inquired.
"Dey iss robbers," said Captain Valvick.
"Ho?"
"Dey steal my pearl cuff-links," rumbled Captain Valvick, with rapid pantomime, "and de platinum studs which my old mudder gave me. Dey steal dis yentleman's watch and his pocket-book wit' all de money… "
"Robbed you?"
"Yess. All ay want you to do iss hold de door v'ile—"