"There isn't a drop in here, and I don't know that it will bear more water."
"Put in another half-spoonful and fill it up out of the kettle; anything'll do for me so long as there's plenty of it and it's moist, as you'd know if you saw the inside of my throat. Talk about dust!"
Mr Granger was eyeing him askance.
"You never come down from London. I saw the train come in, and you weren't in it."
"No, I haven't come from London."
"The last train back to London's gone--how are you going to manage?"
"Well, if it does come to the pinch I thought that you might give me a shake-down somewhere."
The policeman glanced at his wife.
"I don't know about that. I ain't been paid for the last time you were here. They don't seem too anxious to pay your bills--your people don't."
"That's their red tape. You'll get your money. This time, however, I'm going to pay for what I have down on the nail."