“Whose is it, Jack?” he asks.
“B’longs to a man, name o’ Murdock.”
“Odd-looking domicile!”
“’Ta’nt a bit more that way than he be—if half what they say ’bout him be true.”
“Ah! Mr Murdock’s a character, then?”
“Ay; an’ a queery one.”
“In what respect? what way?”
“More’n one—a goodish many.”
“Specify, Jack?”
“Well; for one thing, he a’nt sober to say half o’ his time.”