“Peter gave a shout of joy, and stood by to help.
“'Nonsense!' ses old Sam, turning pale. 'You've been drinking, Ginger. This comes of standing you 'arf-pints.'
“'It's him right enough,' ses Ginger. 'I'd know 'is ugly face anywhere.'
“'You come off 'ome at once,' ses Sam, very sharp, but his voice trembling. 'At once. D'ye hear me?'
“'Fetch a policeman, Peter,' ses Ginger.
“'Let the pore feller go, I tell you,' ses Sam, stamping his foot. ''Ow would you like to be locked up? 'Ow would you like to be torn away from your wife and little ones? 'Ow would you—'
“'Fetch a policeman, Peter,' ses Ginger agin. 'D'ye hear?'
“'Don't do that, guv'nor,' ses the lodger. 'You got your money back. Wot's the good o' putting me away?'
“'Got our wot back?' ses Ginger, shaking 'im agin. 'Don't you try and be funny with me, else I'll tear you into little pieces.'
“'But he took it back,' ses the man, trying to sit up and pointing at Sam. 'He follered me downstairs and took it all away from me. Your ticker as well.'