“Look over the door—’aint you got no eyes?”
“Number 3, Blue Street—this is Blue Street, is it not?”
“If yer doubts it, go and read the name at the end of the street. What do you want? Clothes or money?”
“Neither—I want information,” replied the captain.
“Then yer’ve come to the wrong shop. Don’t sell it ’ere, so clear out. Do you think I don’t know what you’re arter?”
“Very well,” said the captain, “that will be so much saved. I shall have to get for nothing what I meant to pay for.”
She looked at him doubtfully and growled.
“Why can’t yer say what yer want instead of talking gibberish there?”
“If this is Number 3, Blue Street, and you are the same person who was here five years ago—”
“Go on.”