Now, here's a chap coming round here-- Thirty-three, sir.

What do you say to him?
He's got fourteen years for robbing his employers.

Embezzlement they call it.

Now, he's been a well-brought-up sort of man--good education, always well dressed, and lived on the fat of the land.

He looks at you, I suppose, when I'm not here, as much as to say, `Isn't it cruel to shut me up with these ruffians and murderous wretches?
I'm a poor, innocent, ill-used man!'" "Yes, that is how he always does look at me," cried Nic.