W. W. Jacobs,
Odd Craft, Complete
“ Then 'e got up and patted Bill on the back, very gentle, and sat down again. “Anything wrong, Ginger?” asks Peter Russet, staring at 'im.“It's that landlord,” ses Ginger; “there's straw down in the road outside, and they say that he's dying. Pore old Bill don't know 'is own strength. The best thing you can do, old pal, is to go as far away as you can, at once.”“I shouldn't wait a minnit if it was me,” ses old Sam.Bill groaned and hid 'is face in his 'ands, and then Peter Russet went and spoilt things by saying that the safest place for a murderer to 'ide in was London. ”
