"Greetin's, Guv!" said he, when he had caught his breath. "'Ere I be—a old man as 'as done more for ye than all th' young 'uns put t'gether. Mrs. Ravenslee, ma'am, best respex!"
"And what have you been doing now?" enquired Ravenslee, smiling.
"Well, Guv, I been an' got th' murderer for ye, that's all!"
Hermione caught her breath suddenly and gazed at the fierce, dusty old man with eyes full of growing terror; beholding which Ravenslee frowned, then laughed lightly and, seating himself on a corner of the table, swung his leg to and fro.
"So you've found him out, have you, Old Un?"
"Ah, that I have!"
"Are you sure?"
"Ah, quite sure, Guv."
"Well, where is he—trot him out."
"'E's comin' along—th' Spider's bringin' un. Ye see, he's a bit wore out same as I am—we been trampin' all th' arternoon. Look at me shoes, that's th' worst o' patent leather—they shows th' dust. Joe, my lad, jest give 'em a flick over with ye wipe."