"That's orl rite—least said soonest mended."
"Barraclough is a bit of a bear cat and if he's got the concession on him you can lay odds he'll fight."
"If he's got the blinking thing don't see 'ow we're going to make much aht of it."
"Wouldn't his own side pay a goodish cheque? And wouldn't old Van cash in to have it destroyed."
Dirk grinned very prettily revealing his broken front teeth in all the glory of the morning sun.
"I get you. A private deal, like, favouring whichever market pays best."
"That's the idea. There's a fortune in it if we get him tucked away in some quiet place."
"It's a treat to work with you," said Dirk enthusiastically. "I'll lay a quart there ain't a finer 'ead piece than yours from 'Oxton to 'Ammersmith."
"Thank you," said Harrison Smith. "Try and remember that and obey orders quick as you get 'em."
"That's rite, captain, that's the talk. Give me a man wot talks strite."