But he WOULD go out this morning with the two likeliest of them, one under each arm.

She said he sent her out to buy blue ribbon to put round their beastly necks, and she said if he got three months' hard it was her dying word that he'd got the blue ribbon to thank for it; that, and his own silly thieving ways, taking cats that anybody would know he couldn't have come by in the way of business, instead of things that wouldn't have been missed, which Lord knows there are plenty such, and--' 'Oh, STOP!' cried Jane.

And indeed it was time, for Cyril seemed like a clock that had been wound up, and could not help going on.

'Where is he now ?' 'At the police-station,' said Robert, for Cyril was out of breath.

'The boy told us they'd put him in the cells, and would bring him up before the Beak in the morning.