The old woman's not much better than Mother Needham.

Faith, she's a shade worse.

She agreed to let me have the girl for fifty guineas.

She'd got the chit locked up she said.

I went to her Old Bailey hovel to-day--gad, I've got the smell of the cooked meats and boiled greens in my nostrils at this minute--and damn it, she said the girl had run away.