‘And so you shall.’ Riderhood had looked hard at his hands and his pockets, apparently as a precautionary measure lest he should have any weapon about him. But, he now leaned forward, turning the collar of his waistcoat with an inquisitive finger, and asked, ‘Why, where’s your watch?’
‘I have left it behind.’
‘I want it. But it can be fetched. I’ve took a fancy to it.’
Bradley answered with a contemptuous laugh.
‘I want it,’ repeated Riderhood, in a louder voice, ‘and I mean to have it.’
‘That is what you want of me, is it?’
‘No,’ said Riderhood, still louder; ‘it’s on’y part of what I want of you. I want money of you.’
‘Anything else?’
‘Everythink else!’ roared Riderhood, in a very loud and furious way. ‘Answer me like that, and I won’t talk to you at all.’
Bradley looked at him.