“Yes,” said Rudolph.
I see him.”
“I want you to manage to get him up to my room; it’s No. 7 —— street, top floor, just at the head of the stairs.”
“Shall I tell him you want to see him?”
“No, he wouldn’t come. Tell him your poor grandfather is sick in bed—anything you like, only get him to come.”
“S’posin’ he won’t come?”
“Then follow him, and find out where he is staying. Do you understand?”
“Yes, guv’nor. I’ll bring him.”
“Go ahead, and I’ll hurry round to the room. I’ll be in bed.”
“All right.”