Chapter 33

‘I’ve been telling Mr Kettle he doesn’t look any too bobbish,’ he said. ‘What do you think, Alice? Excitement isn’t healthy, is it?’ ‘I don’t know what excitement he’ll be gettin’ down ’ere,’ she said. ‘I’ve got a bone to pick with un, too,’ she added, the thought suddenly occurring to her. ‘I sent round last night askin’ for a box to keep my rarebits in. ’E wouldn’t let I have un, an’ I seed he this mornin’ packin’ off crate after crate into that biscut van.’ Campion turned to Marlowe. ‘Another Old English custom …