"But who else, Jeff ?" "I saw him not long ago," said Jeffreys.

"His name's Julius." "You don't like him more than us, do you ?" asked Teddy rather anxiously.
"Not a quarter as much, old chap," said Jeffreys.
There was a pause, during which Trimble chuckled to think how little the speaker guessed into whose ears he was betraying the name of his villainous accomplice! Presently, however, he started to hear the sound of his own name.
"Jeff," said Teddy, "isn't Mr Trimble a beast ?" "Let's talk about something pleasant," suggested Jeffreys, by way of begging the question.
"Let's talk about hanging him; that would be pleasant," said Teddy.
"Would you be sorry if he was dead ?" demanded Teddy, in his matter-of- fact way.

"I say, Jeff, wouldn't it be jolly if we could kill everybody we hated ?" "Wouldn't it be jolly if every little boy who talked like a little donkey were to have his ears boxed ?" said Jeffreys.
"I wish he'd been on the tricycle instead of mother," continued Teddy, with a sigh of content at the bare idea.
"Teddy, you are not as nice a little boy as I thought when you talk like that," said Jeffreys.

"Come and let's have one more turn on the machine, and then I must hurry back, or Mrs Trimble will think I'm lost." Jeffreys got back to Galloway House about ten o'clock, and found Jonah sitting up for him.
"So you _have_ come back," said that individual pompously.

"I hope you've enjoyed your evening out." "Yes," said Jeffreys, "pretty well." "Oh!" said Jonah to himself, as he went up to bed, bursting with excitement.