"That's thim."
"Oh, Lord!" said Bobby.
"I thought he looked like it," said Miss Grimshaw.
"Hang him!" said French. "I thought there was something wrong with the beast besides white liver and Board school——"
"If you plaze, sorr," said Moriarty, with a grin, "I've had a long talk wid him, and he's convarted me."
"Hullo!" said French, staring at his henchman, "what's this you're saying?"
"I've come to b'lave, sorr, in sharin' and sharin' alike. If you plaze, sorr, have you everythin' ready for gettin' the horse away in the mornin'?"
"Getting the horse away!" burst out French, forgetting Moriarty's conversion and everything else in an outburst of rage. "How the dickens do you think I'm to get him away with that beast stuck here?"
"All the same, sorr," replied Moriarty, "if you'll lave things to me, you won't find any thrubble in the mornin', and not for some days afther, I'm thinkin."
"What do you propose to do?"