Sit up, and tell me; but first listen to this.

All trouble's big to a boy, but one o' your age don't often do what's past mendin', if he takes it honest.
That's comfort, hey?
Very well: now haul up and inspect damages, and we'll see what's to be done." "It's about a Jew, sir," I stammered at length.
He nodded.

"Now we're making headway." "He--he was murdered.

I saw him--" "Look here," said Mr.Jope, very grave but seemingly not astonished: "hadn't you best get under the seat ?" "I--I didn't do it, sir.

Really, I didn't." "I'm not suggestin' it," said Mr.Jope.