“He’s precious green,” remarked Bill.
“Very,” said Mr. Moggs.
“Doesn’t you know who he is?”
“I hasn’t the slightest idea. Never clapped eyes on the fellow in my life before, but to my mind he’s a new hand as has been and done something strong in the murder line for an ample consideration.”
“Very likely—what’s the caper concerning him?”
“Honour, Bill—honour.”
“In course.”
“Vun o’ the rules is, that if a regular out-and-out prig or cracksman comes to vun o’ us, and says, ‘I’m in trouble—the runners are hard on me. Guv us a share.’ Why, then we shares the swag all round equal.”
“Spoke like a oracle.”
“Very good. Another o’ the rules is, ‘If the prig aforesaid,’ as the lawyers say, ‘gammon us, or tries all for to gammon us, as to the exact waley o’ the swag, we takes it all.’”