I made to pass on.
“You and your Sally,” he chuckled.
“Oh, that!” I said, and tried again to pass.
“Come on, Bones,” he continued; “how d’you do it?”
“Why, that’s spooking, Wardie,” said I.
“Oh, get on with you! You don’t catch me! I’m too old a bird, Sonny. How’s it done?”
“You’ve seen! You sit with your fingers on a glass, and the glass moves about.”
“Yes, yes, it moves all right. But this Sally business? These answers?”
“That’s what everybody’s trying to find out, Wardie.”
“I’ll find out one of these fine days, Bones me boy!” He dug his thumb into my ribs and laughed at me.