“It was the day arter this one I’m speaking about, the 16th o’ June, that the trouble all began, and it came about in a very eggstrordinary way. George English, a quiet man getting into years, who used when ’e was younger to foller the sea, and whose only misfortin was that ’e was a brother-in-law o’ Bob Pretty’s, his sister marrying Bob while ’e was at sea and knowing nothing about it, ’ad a letter come from a mate of his who ’ad gone to Australia to live. He’d ’ad letters from Australia before, as we all knew from Miss Wicks at the post-office, but this one upset him altogether. He didn’t seem like to know what to do about it.
“While he was wondering Bill Chambers passed. He always did pass George’s ’ouse about that time in the evening, it being on ’is way ’ome, and he saw George standing at ’is gate with a letter in ’is ’and looking very puzzled.
“‘Evenin’, George,’ ses Bill.
“‘Evenin’,’ ses George.
“‘Not bad news, I ’ope?’ ses Bill, noticing ’is manner, and thinking it was strange.
“‘Not bad news, I ’ope?’ ses Bill.”
“‘No,’ ses George. ‘I’ve just ’ad a very eggstrordinary letter from Australia,’ he ses, ‘that’s all.’
“Bill Chambers was always a very inquisitive sort o’ man, and he stayed and talked to George until George, arter fust making him swear oaths that ’e wouldn’t tell a soul, took ’im inside and showed ’im the letter.