‘We must do it to-night, Boss,’ said the elder; ‘soon after dusk. The swag’s all in jewels, and a grab’ll collar the lot.’
‘Right ye are, Josh,’ answered the young gentleman. ‘But I hope Jim’s give us the right tip.’
‘Trust Jim,’ said the Rev. gentleman; ‘he’s put up three jobs for me in cribs where he’s been, and I’ve always been able to put my hand on the swag jes’ as if I’d put it out for myself. There’s only the old man to tackle.’
‘No wierlence, I’ope, Josh, eh?—nothink as’ud disgrace the cloth?’
The Rev. gentleman laughed.
‘Wierlence? No. Don’t you be afeard, young un. This is only kid’s play, or I shouldn’t have brought you. The old cove ain’t likely to show fight—we shan’t give him the chance; and the servants’ll all be out of the way.’
‘Right,’ answered the young gentleman, glancing admiringly at his elegant suit. ‘I likes to do the thing like a gent, and wierlance is so doosid low nowadays.’
Perhaps if the landlord of the Lamb Inn had overheard this strange conversation between his highly respectable guests he would not have welcomed them back from their stroll with quite such a pleasant smile.
CHAPTER XXVIII.
SQUIRE HERITAGE MAKES A WILL.
Old Squire Heritage had aged very rapidly after the abrupt departure of his son from the hall.