It
can't do you any HARM, you know,' he went on in hoarse whispered
earnestness. 'You can't be very much worse off than you are now,
you know. But if you'll just trust to us we'll get you out of this
right enough. No one saw us come in. The question is, where would
you like to go?'
'I'd like to go to Boolong,' was the instant reply of the burglar.
'I've always wanted to go on that there trip, but I've never 'ad
the ready at the right time of the year.'
'Boolong is a town like London,' said Cyril, well meaning, but
inaccurate, 'how could you get a living there?'
The burglar scratched his head in deep doubt.
'It's 'ard to get a 'onest living anywheres nowadays,' he said, and
his voice was sad.
'Yes, isn't it?' said Jane, sympathetically; 'but how about a sunny
southern shore, where there's nothing to do at all unless you want
to.'
'That's my billet, miss,' replied the burglar. 'I never did care
about work--not like some people, always fussing about.'
'Did you never like any sort of work?' asked Anthea, severely.
'Lor', lumme, yes,' he answered, 'gardening was my 'obby, so it
was. But father died afore 'e could bind me to a nurseryman, an'-
-'
'We'll take you to the sunny southern shore,' said Jane; 'you've no
idea what the flowers are like.
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