wall, his hands in his pockets, his shoulders hunched up till it seemed they nearly met his ears, his half-closed eyes fixed upon the ground. Keene came back to him. In a low, strained voice, his long arms swinging, his great bony hands opening and shutting convulsively, he said,
âI know what you are saying all this for... to find out if Iâm weakening... if Iâm scared... well, Iâm not. You hear? Iâm not. Iâm going through with it.â
âEven if it comes to a ten-year stretch, same as I told you I had done?â asked Bobs-the-Boy coolly. âWell, suit yourself. You must go your own way same as I went mine.â
Keene was breathing heavily. He put his face close to the otherâs and said in the same strained, unnatural voice.
âIâve made up my mind. Thereâs no going back even if I wanted to. Itâs that or ruin, and Iâm going through with it. Thatâs what you can say I said, if you like.â
âAnd thatâs that,â observed Bobs-the-Boy, âonly donât say you never had a chance, and, if you ask me, this place down here is just about right for starting a jolly little fire in.â
âHold your tongue,â Keene almost roared at him. âWhat do you know about it? Nothing to do with you.â
âNow, Mr Keene, sir,â Bobs-the-Boy protested mildly, âyou did ought to give a bloke credit for having eyes in his head and some idea how to use them. Iâve done what Iâve been told to do, and had my pay, and never said a word, and never asked no questions, neither. But Iâve got my eyes, havenât I? Brains, too, and if you kid yourself I donât know as well as the next man that you and the other blokes mean to have some nice little fires â one in Deal Street and another here â and if you think I donât know why you and him have been meeting regular at that place where the loonies sit in the sun in their natural â well, what did you think I had got in my brain-box? Putty?â
âIf you... you... you...â stammered Keene.
He was more excited than ever; his long arms flew round like a windmill. Whatever it was he wanted to say, he could not get the words out. Bobs-the-Boy surveyed him with a kind of good-humoured contempt.
âLumme, Mr Keene, sir,â he said, âif you canât keep your end up better nor that... well, where do you think youâre going to find yourself when the real thing comes along? You had better take my tip and trot along to the Yard and tell âem all about it while thereâs time. Thatâs what I would do if I was in your shoes, feeling the way you do.â
âDo you mean thatâs what you are thinking of doing yourself, giving us away?â Keene asked darkly.
âHave some sense,â Bobs-the-Boy implored. âYou know as well as I do, fixed the way I am, me on licence and not having reported, with what else they have against me into the bargain â why, I darenât. Iâm not like you, Iâm not free. But Iâm not denying I wouldnât be sorry if you did, so as to be safe out of it. I tell you straight, Iâm scared of how all thisâll finish.â
âYou can drop that sort of talk,â Keene said sharply. âI know what it means, youâve been set on to talk that way. You can tell those who sent you Iâm going through with it. I double-cross no man. Understand?â
âYes, sir,â answered Bobs-the-Boy calmly, âand though what I said was all well meant, and for your own good, and thereâs time yet to think it over, and though Iâm making no admissions, still if there was anyone who had sent me and told me what to say, why, then, Iâll tell âem just what you say. So weâll drop it, and if youâll let me say this, I do think it was a downy trick to choose that sun bathing monkey house to meet... nothing suspicious about going
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