"I want to tell yer something if ye'll only stop!"
"And must you follow me half over London to tell me something—you—out with it, what is it?"
"It's about Garson; 'e's arter yer!"
"After me? What d'you mean?"
"Step round 'ere into this 'ere back street and I'll tell yer. But yer'll 'ave to give us a quid!"
They moved down into Essex Street. Jabez felt half inclined to yield. But he thought better of it.
"Look here, young man, I should have thought you'd ha' known better than to try your beastly hanky panky business on with me. You'll just tell me anything you know, and I'll reward you afterwards according to what I think it's worth; d'you see?"
"Well, you'll say it's worth a tidy bit I reckon. I'll tell yer this much now; that Garson cove's only 'untin' yer to git 'em off 'is own track!"
"What d'you mean?"
"I mean as I seed quite enough down at that there Thorpe place to string 'im up if I liked to blab. But look 'ere, pal, you've got to treat me square on this job. You be at the shop to-night—there's too many coppers round about 'ere for my likin'. There's one of 'em got 'is eye on me already."