Would the boots and the voice come in.

Yes! No! The voice said-- 'Well, stow it, will you ?' And the boots went heavily away, along the passage and up some sounding stone stairs.
'Now then,' whispered Anthea.
'How the blue Moses did you get in ?' asked the burglar, in a hoarse whisper of amazement.
'On the carpet,' said Jane, truly.
'Stow that,' said the burglar.

'One on you I could 'a' swallowed, but four--AND a yellow fowl.' 'Look here,' said Cyril, sternly, 'you wouldn't have believed any one if they'd told you beforehand about your finding a cow and all those cats in our nursery.' 'That I wouldn't,' said the burglar, with whispered fervour, 'so help me Bob, I wouldn't.' 'Well, then,' Cyril went on, ignoring this appeal to his brother, 'just try to believe what we tell you and act accordingly.

It can't do you any HARM, you know,' he went on in hoarse whispered earnestness.

'You can't be very much worse off than you are now, you know.