“Mrs. Richman,” Sargon heard him call.
“S’me,” said a lady’s voice.
“Here’s a lodger for the second-floor front.”
“I bin to the pictures,” said the voice outside. “Mary and Doug—a fair treat.”
A corpulent lady in a black bonnet appeared breathing heavily. She panted a few obvious questions and Bobby hovered helpfully at Sargon’s elbow to prevent him making any mistakes. “He’ll pay in advance,” said Bobby.
“That’s awright,” said Mrs. Richman. “When will he move in?”
“He’s getting his luggage right away,” said Bobby.
“I suppose it’s all right,” said Mrs. Richman.
“I know his people. At least I know about them. I’ve been in his part of the country. You can be quite sure he’s all right,” said Bobby.
“Well, if you say so,” said Mrs. Richman. “’Ope you’ll be comfortable, Mr.——”