No: mine not like Halbut." And he shook his little head vigorously.
Sir Tancred groaned, and wished with all his heart that he had taken advantage of his brief meeting with Halbut to give him a sound thrashing.

Then he thought with a vindictive satisfaction how bitterly the brute would feel the loss of liquors consequent upon the loss of his income.

He went out, rang for a waiter, and bade him send for a doctor.
When the doctor came he examined the bruises, and felt all the tiny bones carefully.

He declared that none of them were broken and that, in spite of having been starved, the child was sound and healthy.

The moment the doctor's grip on him loosed, Tinker wriggled off his knee and fled to Selina, who carried him away along with a selection from the parcels to dress him.
"A bad case," said the doctor.