Not very intelligent, and usually wears a smudge of ink under his right eye.

Isn't that it ?" "That's something about the mark," said Mr Webster, laughing.
"Think of offering two pounds reward for a chap like that!" said Raggles.

"They must be hard up." "Look here," said Heathcote, seeing that his only refuge lay in swagger, "I'm not going to have any of your cheek, Raggles.

Shut up, or I'll lick you!" "No fighting here, young gentlemen, please," said the affable bookseller.
"Ha! ha!" said Raggles, enjoying himself under the security of Duffield's alliance; "he's in a wax because we said it was only a _slight_ moustache.

He thinks we ought to have said a heavy one!" "He may think it ought to be, but it ain't," said Duffield.