“Take the top off,” said the cook courteously.
The stout man, with a nod towards him, complied.
“’Ave a pint with me,” said the cook, after a hasty glance into the interior, as the landlord handed him the mug. “You keep that one,” he added.
The stout man drew another pint, and subsiding on to his stool with a little sigh, disposed himself for conversation.
“Taking a country walk?” he inquired.
The cook nodded. “Not all pleasure,” he said importantly; “I’m on business.”
“Ah, it’s you fellows what make all the money,” said the landlord. “I’ve only drawn these two pints this morning. Going far?”
“Holebourne,” said the other.
“Know anybody there?” asked the landlord.
“Well, not exactly,” said the cook; “I carn’t say as I know ’im. I’m after a party o’ the name o’ Dunn.”