Mr. Kidd bent over her and put his hand affectionately on her shoulder. “He escaped,” he said, in a thrilling whisper. “He's alive and well.”
“WHAT?” said Mrs. Gibbs, starting back.
“True as I stand 'ere,” said Mr. Kidd; “ain't it, George?”
“Truer,” said Mr. Brown, loyally.
Mrs. Gibbs leaned back, gasping. “Alive!” she said. “But 'ow? 'Ow can he be?”
“Don't make such a noise,” said Mr. Kidd, earnestly. “Mind, if anybody else gets to 'ear of it you'll 'ave to give that money back.”
“I'd give more than that to get 'im back,” said Mrs. Gibbs, wildly. “I believe you're deceiving me.”
“True as I stand 'ere,” asseverated the other. “He's only a minute or two off, and if it wasn't for you screaming I'd go out and fetch 'im in.”
“I won't scream,” said Mrs. Gibbs, “not if I know it's flesh and blood. Oh, where is he? Why don't you bring 'im in? Let me go to 'im.”
“All right,” said Mr. Kidd, with a satisfied smile at Mr. Brown; “all in good time. I'll go and fetch 'im now; but, mind, if you scream you'll spoil everything.”