"What does a person do in that case?" he asked.
"Oh, he goes to work, sar."
"For the night, I mean. Are you going to stay here until morning?"
"Yes, sar, if the policeman will h'admit of it."
The fellow's dialect was so strange that Kirk inquired: "Where did you come from?"
"Jamaica, sar. I was barn on the narth coast of the h'island, sar."
"Did you just arrive here?"
"Oh, Lard, no! I 'ave been a liver here for two year."
"A liver!" Kirk could not help smiling.
"Yes, sar! Sometimes I labor on the docks, again in the h'office. Lahst week lose I my position, and to-day my room h'also. Landladies is bad females, sar, very common."