We both took to Letin, because we could talk without being
understood by the common crowd. You find velgar criminals thet know some
French, German, Spenish or Portegese, bet none thet know Letin. In
dealing with higher class criminals we used our own gibberish or
artificial shibboleth."
"A sort of Volapuk?"
"Exectly; pore Nesh was ohfelly clever et it."
"I am going to kill Mr. Nash as soon as I can find him," interrupted the
woman, in an amiable tone of voice, as if she proposed to discharge some
pleasant duty.
The men shuddered, and Mr. Bangs said: "You know, my dear Matilda, what
the Bible says, Thou shelt not kill. You surely would not kemmit the sin
of merder?"
"I am not to mind what the Bible says, or what Steevy says, or what
clergymen or any other people say. I am only to do what he says, and I
must."
"Did he tell you to light thet fire?"
"Not that fire, but the other said it was cold down there."
"Why did he not come up?"
"Because I covered the trap over with the big stones, and Monty helped
me."
"Surely he didn't tell you to dreg the stones on to the trep?"
"Yes, he did, but not then.
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