"Taken up," says she.
"You mean pinched?" says I.
"I think so," says she. "Cook says the bobbies came for him. He left word with her that I wasn't to worry, as he'd be let out soon, and I was to stay where I was. Three weeks ago that was, and—and I haven't heard from Daddums since."
"Huh!" says I. "Listens like a case of circumstances over which—— But where did you pick up that trick of speakin' of coppers as bobbies?"
"I beg pardon, Sir?" says she.
"That tells it," says I. "English, ain't you?"
"London, Sir, Brompton Road," says she.
"Been over long?" says I.
"A matter of three months, Sir," says she.
"And what's the name?" says I.