W. Pett Ridge

“ All free of us are."
"Come on, Awlbert," said James, "It's no use arguing the question. Let's get down to Vine Street and see the Inspector. How might you spell your nime, mister?"
"Look here," young Mr. Rawlings breathed quickly. "Look here. I'm going away. I am going to leave London at once."
"No daht," said James, ironically. "O no daht. And leave us two gentlemen to bear the brunt of it all."
"You have only to—to dispose of the body," said Mr. Rawlings, appealingly. "You can easily do that."
"Ho, yus,"said Albert. "Nothing easier I'm sure." ”

“ The two men started as Mr. Rawlings, half white now and half yellow, hissed the word at them.
"It was an oversight, I admit," explained James, slowly. "I s'pose we used too much chlorryfom. But if you're going to call us nimes, mister, perhaps we can find a title or two for you."
"What is it to do with me?"
"A prutty tidy bit," said James, with much decision. "For one thing we're a goin' to leave Mr. Burleigh here, and we're a goin', Awlbert and me, to give ourselves up at Vine Street. There's nothing like being perfectly strite forward in these matters. ”

“ P. Rawlings, from San Domingo, and these were his chambers.
"Wot d'ye mike of it, Jimes?"
"It's thick," whispered James, hoarsely. "Vurry thick, Awlbert."
"T'ent as though this gent wanted the other gent abslootly mide off with," urged Albert.
"I should strongly object," interposed young Mr. Rawlings from the armchair, in his thin high voice, "if anything of the kind were done. Understand that, once for all. There must be no great harm done to Mr. Burleigh. He is simply to be kept out of the way for a month. ”