‘Why?’
‘Because I like you.’
‘The h—— you do! Why?’
‘Because I believe you’re what’s called a “blackguard.”’
‘What’s this feller you’ve got hold of, Prosser? Is he a detective, or a philanthropist, or a lunatic?’
‘He’s what’s called an “eccentric” I believe, Mr. Hartopp.’
‘Where do you live?’ asked the Fence abruptly.
‘Park Lane,’ answered Dwala.
The Fence whistled.
‘What number?’