rasped in that half-voice of his, "yer will have yer fun!"
He led the two big men in. It was curious to note how these Englishmen of the Midlands showed a sort of deference in their gesture, an old inherited thing, as they entered another man's house. The lesser of them made to wipe his boots, but there was no mat. Mr. Montague sniffed and smiled or sneered, or sneered and smiled.
"Mister," he said to the second of the two, "I don't know yer name?"
He did not say this in a very pleasant way.
"Never mind, Samuel," said Mr. Ferguson heartily, "he 's only just joined the force. You 'll know him soon enough." And he laughed out loud in a manner very different from Mr. Montague's.
"And now then, Samuel," he added, "we haven't much time to lose."
He pulled himself up (he had been a soldier) and he led the way mechanically to the second little ground-floor room at the back, which he had visited often and often before in his capacity of that member of the Ormeston police who best knew and could best deal with receivers. Mr. Ferguson was, you see, the providence of these financiers, managing
