“My good friend, I would not insult you on any consideration. I am mistaken—I thought you said you heard a boy’s voice.”
“The—the—then—you thought wrong.”
“Exactly.”
“You are—a—f—f—fool—a ex—extraordinary fool.”
“Well,” said Learmont, in an oily voice, “you saw the boy?”
“Ah, now,” cried his drunken companion, “now you have hit it. I’ll just tell you how—I—I cir—circum—navi—no, that ain’t it, circum—ventated you.”
“Do,” said Learmont. ”You are exceedingly clever.”
“I know it. Well, I heard you talking to some one, and I went from window to window to try to see in, you know, and at one of ’em I saw him.”
“The boy?”
“Yes—to—to be sure.”