“She'd want to see the girl first before she'd believe it—only natural,” returned Jarman.
“Couldn't get a girl?” urged Minikin.
“Who could you trust?” asked the cautious Jarman. “Besides, there ain't time. She's letting 'im rest to-day; to-morrow evening she'll be down on 'im.”
“Don't see anything for it,” said Minikin, “but for him to do a bunk.”
“Not a bad idea that,” mused Jarman; “only where's 'e to bunk to?”
“Needn't go far,” said Minikin.
“She'd find 'im out and follow 'im,” said Jarman. “She can look after herself, mind you. Don't you go doing 'er any injustice.”
“He could change his name,” suggested Minikin.
“'Ow could 'e get a crib?” asked Jarman; “no character, no references.”
“I've got it,” cried Jarman, starting up; “the stage!”