“’E ain’t moved. I know how they look when they’re on the cop. Devils! Sly devils! I seen ’em take Click afore now and old Bessie.”
“Be quiet, you fool. Sit down and have something to eat.”
He placed three cold sausages in front of Joe. They vanished. He produced a piece of ham. That was soon gnawed to the bone. Half a loaf of bread and a small tin of bloater paste soon followed, and Joe began to caress his stomach affectionately.
“Look here,” said René. “What will it mean if they get you?”
“First offender. I’d get off, all right. But the crooks ’ll never let me alone, and the police ’ll have me marked down as a man to nab if ever they want a ’spected person.”
“All right. You sit here. I’ll go and see how things are over there.”
The policeman eyed René as he went in.
“Want anything?”
“No, sir. No.”
“There’s nothing going on here, nothing unusual. Confinement.”