25/27 They are rotten, useless--whoo! He blew an imaginary feather up into the air to demonstrate the extreme fragility of the house in question. "Why, man, their names are above suspicion. They are looked upon as the soundest concern in the City." "Dat may be; dat may be," the German answered stolidly. "Vat I know, I know, and vat I say I say." "And how d'ye know it? Dere is five-and-thirty in the hundred of water in this canaster tobacco, and one must be for ever relighting." "And you won't tell me where you heard this of the Girdlestones ?" "It vould be no good to you. |