"Rather!" said Ginger.
"All right, then," said William. "Come on!"
Ginger set off happily by his side.
"What you goin' to do, William?" he asked.
William sank his voice mysteriously.
"I'm going to reform" (William put the accent on the first syllable) "a murderer—make him give up murdering—same as what he said in church this mornin.'"
"Criky!" said Ginger, impressed.
******
They crept in at the open gates of Beechwood.
"How're you goin' to begin?" said Ginger in a sibilant whisper.