At the door Dollops rose up like the imp in a pantomime and jumped toward him.
"Law, Gov'nor, I'm nigh starved a-waitin' for yer!" he said in a whisper.

"Wot's the lay now?
A double-quick change?
I've got the stuff here, look!"-- holding up the package he was carrying--"or a chance for me to do some fly catchin' with me bloomin' tickle tootsies ?" The man in the Cingalese costume had vanished from the doorway of the adjoining house, and, catching the boy by the arm, Cleek hurried him to it and drew him into the dark passage.
"I'm going to the back; I'm going to climb up to the windows of the second storey and see who's there and what's going on," he whispered.
"Lie low and watch.

I think it's Margot's gang." "Oh, colour me blue! Them beauties?
And in London?
I'd give a tanner for a strong cup o' tea!" "Sh-h-h! Be quiet--speak low.

Don't be seen, but keep a close watch; and if anybody comes downstairs--" "He's mine!" interjected Dollops, stripping up his sleeves.

"Glue to the eyebrows and warranted to stick! Nip away, Gov'nor, and leave it to the tickle tootsies and me!" Then, as Cleek moved swiftly and silently down the passage and slipped out into a sort of yard at the back of the house, he pulled out his roll of brown paper squares and his tube of adhesive, and crawling upstairs on his hands and knees, began operations at the top step.