“So ’e is,” ses Joe. “When I say I’ve seen ’im I mean that I ’ave seen his ghost!”
He began to shiver agin, all over.
“Wot was it like?” I ses, very calm.
“Like Sam,” he ses, rather short.
“When was it?” I ses.
“Last night at a quarter to twelve,” he ses. “It was standing at my front door waiting for me.”
“And ’ave you been shivering like that ever since?” I ses.
“Worse than that,” ses Joe, looking at me very ’ard. “It’s wearing off now. The ghost gave me a message for you.”
I put my ’and in my trowsis-pocket and looked at ’im. Then I walked very slow, towards the gate.
“It gave me a message for you,” ses Joe, walking beside me. “‘We was always pals, Joe,’” it ses, “‘you and me, and I want you to pay up fifteen bob for me wot I borrowed off of Bill the watchman. I can’t rest until it’s paid,’ it ses. So here’s the fifteen bob, watchman.”