Vraik twisted his lean body and winced. "I've on'y one life, not bein' a cat," said he; "and I ain't goin' to chuck that away for Mr. Maller's. But I'm agoin' to 'ave 'im out if I rip that blessed shanty of yours from top to bottom."
"There is only one man who can help you, and that is Monsieur Rouge."
"Who's he? another of 'em? Wot's he like?"
"Tall and lean, pale, light----"
"Dressed in rummy blue bags? A furrin' cove! Ho, I've seed him goin' t'yer rabbit 'ole. And 'ow can 'e 'elp me?"
Trall rose heavily. "Ask him, if you dare to. I'll tell him you want to see him."
"Right y'are! He won't bring bustin' things with him?"
"No." Trall reflected. "Where's Lord Aldean?" he asked. "Mr. Mallow talked of Lord Aldean."
"He's gone to the Continong. He'll be back soon."
"Then take Rouge to Lord Aldean. I don't think he'll deal with you."