“In Grosvenor Square?” said Harriet.
“I’m not percisely sure. The fog was so thick in Mayfair you could hardly see your hand before you. It may have been one of them cross streets going into Park Lane.”
“A nice one you are, Joe.” And Eliza began to croon softly to the babe in her arms.
Kelly stroked his head perplexedly.
“I am,” he said, solemnly. “A proper guy I’ll look when I take it to the Yard tomorrow and they ask me how I come by it.”
“Take it to the where?” asked Eliza sharply.
“To Scotland Yard the first thing in the morning, to the Lost Property Department.”
“There’s going to be no Scotland Yard for this sweet lamb.”
“If I had done my duty it’d ha’ gone there tonight.”
Said Eliza: “You haven’t done it, Joe, so it’s no use talking. And if I have a say in the matter, you are not going to do it now.”