“You won’t be able to see him. You don’t know the name he’s under.”
“They’ll call him Mr. Sargon,” said Billy.
“His name’s Preemby. He’s a laundryman. They told me at the workhouse. His people want him to be there!”
“I can’t stand the thought of it,” said Bobby after a brief silence.
“Don’t follow,” said Billy.
“That nice little thing being made into a lunatic. Like a little blue-eyed bird he was. High walls. Great louting warders. Sargon, King of Kings.... I’ve got to do something about it or I shall burst.”
He looked at once weak and desperate. Tessy reflected. “You’d better go,” she said.
“But what good will that do?” said Billy, and was quelled by a glance from Tessy.
“If you can lend me the old motor bike and the side-car. You’re not using it this week-end.”
“You can take off the side-car,” said Billy.