“Weighted with lead!”
“Phwat’ll the shtring be for?”
“What gun’ll fire a thing like that—look at the size of it—it’s bigger than a twelve-bore!”
“How could that kill a man?”
“Bust his artery, they said.”
“I don’t believe it.”
“It’s a fact.”
“A bloody shame it is.”
“Bloody clever I call it.”
The burst of excited comments, by no means separate and consecutive, that followed the scavenger’s revelation was checked by Poole.