Thomas Webb was th' name.

What's th' matter ?" "Haggerty, the very devil is the matter.

Thomas Webb, recently a steward on the _Celtic_, has been my wife's private secretary for nearly two months." "Say that again!" gasped Haggerty, bracing himself against the jamb of the door.
"But I'll wager my right hand that there's some mistake." "Of all th' gall I ever heard of! Private secretary, an' Miss Killigrew's sapphires stowed away in his trunk, if he ain't sold 'em outside th' pawnshops! Will y' gimme a free hand, Mr.Killigrew ?" "I suppose I'll have to." "All right.

On board you draw me a map o' th' rooms an' where Thomas Webb holds out.

I shan't come t' th' house an' meet anybody.