“Who’s me?”
“Harvey.”
At this point a soft yellow light lit up the more immediate neighbourhood. Harvey had brought a bicycle lamp into action.
“That’s more like it,” said Renford. “Look here, O’Hara, you won’t split, will you?”
“I’m not an informer by profession, thanks,” said O’Hara.
“Oh, I know it’s all right, really, but you can’t be too careful, because one isn’t allowed down here, and there’d be a beastly row if it got out about our being down here.”
“And they would be cobbed,” put in Harvey.
“Who are they?” asked O’Hara.
“Ferrets. Like to have a look at them?”
“Ferrets!”