“And then I shall be sent back,” I cried, as I tried to wrestle myself free. “I’ve never done any harm, sir; and he’ll half kill me. You don’t know him. Pray let me go.”
“I know you to be a reglar young coward,” he said roughly. “Why, when I was your age, I shouldn’t have begun snivelling like this. Now, then, look here. You ain’t come to London only to see your Mr Hot Roll, or whatever you call him. Is there any one else you know as I can take you to? I don’t want to lock you up.”
“No, sir, nobody,” I faltered. “Yes, there is—there’s Mr Revitts.”
“Mr who?”
“Mr Revitts, sir,” I said excitedly. “He’s a policeman, like you.”
“Ah, that’s something like a respectable reference!” he said. “What division?”
“What did you say, sir?”
“I said what division?”
“Please, sir, I don’t know what you mean.”
“Do you know P.C. Revitts, VV division?”