I knows all about it." "Then tell me, and I shall let him know." "It was to him I was to tell it," he repeated, with the petulant obstinacy of a very old man.
"Well, you must wait for him." "No, no; I ain't goin' to lose a whole day to please no one.

If Mr.
Holmes ain't here, then Mr.Holmes must find it all out for himself.

I don't care about the look of either of you, and I won't tell a word." He shuffled towards the door, but Athelney Jones got in front of him.
"Wait a bit, my friend," said he.

"You have important information, and you must not walk off.

We shall keep you, whether you like or not, until our friend returns." The old man made a little run towards the door, but, as Athelney Jones put his broad back up against it, he recognized the uselessness of resistance.
"Pretty sort o' treatment this!" he cried, stamping his stick.