"Freddy."
"Freddy? Do you mean Faking Fred?"
"If you please, sir, I--I don't know. The old woman called him Freddy."
"Oh, the old woman had a finger in the pie, had she? I'll have a finger in her pie before I've done, and Freddy's too. So you've been sleeping in my bed?"
"Please, sir, I--I didn't know it was your bed."
"Turn round to me."
As this command came from the long, thin man--he had apparently changed his mind about being looked in the face--Bertie turned with the celerity with which a teetotum turns.
"Where do you live?"
"At Upton, sir."
