10/26 The gin uttered a smothered shriek. Bridget took the watch from her hand, detached the key from the chain, and slipped watch and chain into the pocket of her coat, while Oola, clutching Lady Bridget's knees, pleaded chokily: 'Mithsis--you gib me key--no make im noise. No tell pollis-man me let out Wombo. My word! plenty quick he YAN long-a scrub. |