Conkey hadn't any more to do with it than I had.' 'Get out!' retorted Mr.Blathers; 'I know better.

Do you mind that time when Conkey was robbed of his money, though?
What a start that was! Better than any novel-book _I_ ever see!' 'What was that ?' inquired Rose: anxious to encourage any symptoms of good-humour in the unwelcome visitors.
'It was a robbery, miss, that hardly anybody would have been down upon,' said Blathers.

'This here Conkey Chickweed--' 'Conkey means Nosey, ma'am,' interposed Duff.
'Of course the lady knows that, don't she ?' demanded Mr.Blathers.
'Always interrupting, you are, partner! This here Conkey Chickweed, miss, kept a public-house over Battlebridge way, and he had a cellar, where a good many young lords went to see cock-fighting, and badger-drawing, and that; and a wery intellectual manner the sports was conducted in, for I've seen 'em off'en.

He warn't one of the family, at that time; and one night he was robbed of three hundred and twenty-seven guineas in a canvas bag, that was stole out of his bedroom in the dead of night, by a tall man with a black patch over his eye, who had concealed himself under the bed, and after committing the robbery, jumped slap out of window: which was only a story high.

He was wery quick about it.