What do you want?
Clothes or money ?" "Neither--I want information," replied the captain.
"Then yer've come to the wrong shop.

Don't sell it 'ere, so clear out.
Do you think I don't know what you're arter ?" "Very well," said the captain, "that will be so much saved.

I shall have to get for nothing what I meant to pay for." She looked at him doubtfully and growled.
"Why can't yer say what yer want instead of talking gibberish there ?" "If this is Number 3, Blue Street, and you are the same person who was here five years ago--" "Go on." "I may have something to give you from an old lodger; but not till I'm sure you have a right to it." "What, _him_ ?" "Very likely," said the captain, calmly lighting a cigarette.

"I shall know if you're right, I dare say." "Right?
Do you suppose I'm made of lodgers! 'Aint you talking about the singing chap--Armstrong he called himself, but at the Hall they called him Signor something--Francisco or the likes of that." The captain pricked his ears with a vengeance, and in his eagerness rattled the keys encouragingly in his trouser pocket.
"That won't do," said he.

"I must have come to the wrong place after all.