"I'm all of a shake."
"He—he—"
"Yes, yes. What—"
"He takes folks in and does for 'em."
"Kills 'em?"
"Kills 'em."
"What—why—what—? You don't mean to say—why—? Take another glass Mrs. Ragg. You don't mean to say that Tobias says, that Todd the barber is a murderer?—My dear Mrs. Ragg, take another glass, and tell us all about it; only look at the cream on the top of it."
"You'll excuse me, Mrs. Jones, but the truth is, I aught not to say more than I have said; and if the colonel only knew I'd said as much, I can tell you, I think he'd be like a roaring lion. But Tobias is quite a gentleman now, you see, and sleeps in as fine a bed as a nobleman could have for love or money. The colonel is very good to him; and there never was such a kind good—good—."
Mrs. Ragg began to run over with tears of ale.
"Bless me, and where does he live?"