"It was worth 'arf a thick 'un at least, guv'nor." Hume gave him two sovereigns, and the runner could not have been more taken aback had the donor "landed him" on the sound jaw.
"And now, you," said Brett to the cabman.

"What did you see ?" "Me!" with a snort of indignation.

"Little over an hour ago I sawr a smawt keb an' a tidy little nag wot I gev thirty quid fer at Ward's in the Edgware Road a fortnight larst Toosday.

And wot do I see now?
Marylebone Work'us fer me an' the missis an' the kids.

My keb gone, my best hoss killed, an' a pore old crock left, worth abart enough to pay the week's stablin'.