"And such a sword! It sticks out a foot farther behind his coat than is the fashion."
No answer.
"I say, Parkington, are you deaf or asleep?"
"I beg your pardon—what did you say—am I deaf or asleep? Neither, I trust."
"I have made three separate remarks to you, hence my inquiry."
"Repeat," said Parkington, over his shoulder, his eyes on the scene outside; "I am all attention."
"The last was as to the extraordinary length of the pirate's sword."
"Yes—I think this must be he," replied Parkington.
"What?" said Constable. "Must be he—what the devil do you mean?"
"I heard tales, in London, recently, of a famous buccaneer of these seas named Long-Sword," explained Parkington. "I think——"