“Morning,” I ses.
Joe Peel grunted.
“’Ave one with me?” I ses.
He grunted agin, but not quite so fierce, and I fetched the two pints from the counter and took a seat alongside of ’im.
“I’ve been looking for you,” I ses.
“Oh!” he ses, looking me up and down and all over. “Well, you’ve found me now.”
“I want to talk to you about the ghost of pore Sam Bullet,” I ses.
Joe Peel put ’is mug down sudden and looked at me fierce. “Look ’ere! Don’t you come and try to be funny with me,” he ses. “’Cos I won’t ’ave it.”
“I don’t want to be funny,” I ses. “Wot I want to know is, are you in the same mind about that watch and chain as you was the other day?”
He didn’t seem to be able to speak at fust, but arter a time ’e gives a gasp. “Woes the game?” he ses.