Part 11 (1/2)
”But what sort of a person was it?”
”Big, stout young fellow, like a Lifeguardsreat keer of him, kebby,' he says, and he tipped ht you are, sir,' I says, as soon as I'd shut you up 'But wheer to?'
'Thirty-three Chrissal Square, Chelsea,' he says, and there I drove you, and there you'd be, only your guv'nor cut up so rough”
”Chrissal Square, Chelsea?” cried Chester, eagerly
”That's it, sir”
”Why didn't he tell you Raybeck Square?”
”Dunno, I'm sure, sir That's where all the doctors is”
”Yes, of course”
”Didn't think you was bad enough, I s'pose, sir And you ain't You on'y want a drop to clear your head a bit”
”Drive me to Raybeck Square, thirty-four, at once”
”Won't you have a drop of so to a doctor's, and me, too”
”No, no, absurd But one ht, sir”
”And my friend helped me into the cab, and paid you to driveit now--all by heart”
”A tall, stout gentleman?”
”Well, not exactly that, sir I don't -built un”
”I can't grasp it,” muttered Chester Then aloud,--”But why did he tell you to drivehouse?”
”Bit on too, sir Arter dinner Did it for a lark, p'ra'ps”
”Driveback ”I can't recollect a bit”
”Course you can't, sir Better have a hair o' the dog as bit you”
”No, no There, I'll give you a glass of brandy e get back”
”Suppose your guv'nor won't let you in, sir?”
”Nonsense, man I have a latch-key”
”Wish I'd ha' knowed it,” muttered the man, as he tried to close the door; ”blessed if I wouldn't ha' picked your pocket of it and risked it I'd ha' carried you into the passage, and chanced it Blister the door, how it sticks!” he growled, as he banged it to, the jerk raising the glass, and it dropped down ”Chrissal Square, sir?”
”No, no, Raybeck Square; and make haste out of the rain”