“Oh, I can’t tell you that! Yon wouldn’t like me to repeat to him all that you say to me, would you?”
“No; but zen, me is different; I know ’e say zat me a bad ’oman; I know, I know!”
“Indeed, he said nothing of the sort, and if you don’t keep a little quieter, I shall really not be able to do my work properly.”
“Oh, pardon; I vill be so good.”
“By the way,” I inquired, “did Mr. Merritt call on you to-day?”
“Ah! you means ze gentleman vat I see, ven I go ze dead man’s?”
“Yes.”
“He a big policeman, not?” she asked.
“Well, not a very big one,” I answered, with a smile, “but he does a good deal of important work for the police.”