"Let as go and see Newcome," said the detective; and the pair went round to the kitchen, where the wounded man lay on an improvised couch, and was waited upon by big Ben Toner, anxious for news of Serlizer. Mr. Nash began:—
"The doctor says that talking won't hurt you, Newcome."
"Dawn't spause 'twull," answered the surly fellow.
"Setting fire to buildings with intent to take life is a hanging matter, Newcome."
"Oo said t'warnt?"
"You seem prepared for your fate."
"Ma vate was aw raight to I got t'bahl i'my laig."
"I mean, you don't seem to care if you are going to be hanged."
"Oo's a gaun to hahng us an' vor wat?"
"You'll be hanged for arson with intent to kill. There are witnesses to prove you threatened to kill me at least."