Why should _I_ worry about the d---d mix-up ?" The chemist made no reply, but Hobbs stepped into the breach valiantly.
"Keep yer 'air on, Fred," he vociferated.

"Siddle means no 'arm.

But wot else are yer a-doing of, mornin', noon, an' night ?" Elkin laughed, with his queer croak.
"If you stay here a day or two, you'll soon get to know what they're driving at, sir," he said to Franklin.

"The fact is that this chap, Grant, who found the body, and in whose garden the murder was committed, has been making eyes at the girl I'm as good as engaged to.

That would make anybody wild--now, wouldn't it ?" "Possibly," smiled Franklin.