"Ho!" said the Terror. " 'Ere's the stuff, sir. You and t'other gentleman just pick out whatcher want."
Valvick peered out hastily, drew him into the cabin, took the booty from his hands and slid it out of sight along the couch.
"Listen, Bermondsey," he growled, wiping his forehead: "Ay am afraid dere has been a mistake. Ay 'tank you haff smack de wrong men. Ay—"
"Ho?" inquired the Terror. His smile deepened. He Willed his head and closed one eye portentously. 'I sorter thought so, d'yer see, when I see 'oo they wos." Shaken by hoarse mirth, he winked again. "Never yer mind, Guv'nor. Did me good, that workout. Wot's the game? I sorter thought there wos something up when first I see somebody go into the sawbones' room and come out with the green jule thing as that gentleman's got now," he nodded at Morgan, who had disentangled himself from Mrs. Perrigord, "and then I see you two take it back. None o' my ruddy bursness, yer see, till you asks for 'elp."
Again he laughed hoarsely. Morgan, to whom had come a glimmer of hope that might avert Peggy's insane idea, took it up.
"Look here, Bermondsey. About those two robbers— just how much damage did you do to them?"
The Terror smiled complacently. He counted a few Imaginary stars, closed his eyes, and uttered a snore.
"Out," inquired Morgan.
"Cold," said the Terror.
"Did they see you? Would they know you again, I mean?"