'Mrs. Gudgeon, all I want to do is to ask you a question.'
'Ah, but that's what you jis' won't do, my fine gentleman. I don't let you in again in a hurry.'
'I will give you a sovereign.'
'Honour bright?' bawled the old woman; 'let me look at it.'
'Here it is, in my hand.'
'Jink it on the stuns.'
I threw it down.
'Quid seems to jink all right, anyhow,' she said, 'though I'm more used to the jink of a tanner than a quid in these cussed times. You won't skear me if I come down?'
'No, no.'
At last I heard her fumbling inside at the lock, and then the door opened.