“Hadn’t we better walk to the station with him, and explain to his officer?” said the lieutenant, mildly.
“No!” cried Dick, angrily; “we’ll make him understand here! Don’t be absurd, constable; this is a gentleman—”
“From London. I know!”
“Nonsense! he lives in Ratcham. It is only meant for a pleasant little surprise.”
“To find the plate gone, eh!”
“I tell you we were going to play a tune or two!”
“Then where’s your organ?”
“Absurd!”
“Fiddles, then?”
“Fiddles—nonsense! Here are our instruments.”