“I hope, for his own sake, he’s a better performer than my old friend Galer. That man is getting on my nerves, Spike. He pursues me like a smell dog. I expect he’s lurking out in the passage now. Did you see him?”
“Did I! Boss! Why——”
Jimmy inspected Spike gravely.
“Spike,” he said, “there’s something on your mind. You’re trying to say something. What is it? Out with it.”
Spike’s excitement vented itself in a rush of words.
“Gee, boss! There’s bin doin’s to-night for fair. Me coco’s still buzzin’. Sure t’ing! Why, say, when I was to Sir Tummas’s dressing-room dis afternoon——”
“What!”
“Surest t’ing, you know. Just before de storm come on, when it was all as dark as could be. Well, I was——”
Jimmy interrupted.
“In Sir Thomas’s dressing-room! What——”