“I have something to say to you, sir.”
“Well, Anthony, what is it you have to say to me?”
“Maybe I'm wrong, sir, and I know I oughtn't to alarm you or disturb your mind; but still I think I ought to put you on your guard.”
“Confound your caution, sir; can't you come out with whatever you have to say at once?”
“Would it be possible, sir, that there could be any danger of the child bein' taken away like the other—like your brother's?”
“What do you mean—why do you ask such a question?”
“Bekaise, sir, I observed for the last few days a couple of strange men peepin' and pimpin' about the place, and wherever the child went they kept dodgin' afther him.”
“But why should any one think of taking him away?”
“Hem!—well, I don't know, sir; but you know that the heir was taken away.”
“Come, Anthony, be quiet—walls have ears; go on.”