"It's 'ardly 'arf past nine." "I have some accounts to get out.

It's near the half year, you know," and Siddle vanished unobtrusively.
Hobbs shook his head, and gazed at Elkin as though the latter was a refractory bullock.
"Siddle's a fair-minded chap," he said.

"He can't stand 'earin' any of us 'angin' a man without a fair trial." Ingerman had marked the chemist for more subtle treatment when an opportunity arose, or could be made.

At present, he was not sorry such a restraining influence was removed.

The next half hour should prove a golden one if well utilized.