"'Oo to?"
"Mr. Allen."
Bill pursed up his lips into a silent whistle.
"Lumme," he said, "I never thought of that."
"No. You just lie 'ere swigging beer an' cuddlin' yer blinkin' Lucy. I'm fair ashamed to see yer. An' now the 'ole thing's over an' done with, an' you 'aven't lifted a finger."
"There 'asn't been any need yet," said Bill coolly. "This is where I come in."
"But it's too late now."
"That's all you know. Why don't you read the book properly? Aladdin, 'e got into a much worse mess than what you 'ave, because 'is girl got married to the wrong man, instead o' just engaged."
"What did 'e do then?"
"'E told Eustace to make it 'ot for the other man; an' Eustace made it so 'ot that the other man went an' got divorced from the girl, an' Aladdin married 'er. It's easier for you, much. Just tell Eustace to fly off with Lootentant Allen, an' there you are, all plain sailin' again. 'Ow did you get on with the old bird?"