"Better ask a few questions," I suggested in a whisper, "or he'll take you for a mug and overcharge you."
Pitman turned to the salesman. "How old is it?" he demanded suspiciously.
"I ain't got 'is birf stifficut," replied the latter affably; "but 'e ain't come of age yet."
"Where was it brought up?" pursued Pitman.
The fat man preserved his composure.
"Hoxford College," he replied, winking at me.
"Is it an early riser?" I inquired.
"Shut up, Victor," said Pitman. "How much?" he asked, addressing the salesman.
"Let yer 'ave it for thirty bob, sir. Twenty pahnd turkey for thirty bob!"
"Right you are," said Pitman, handing across the basket. "Put it in here."