' So out I goes, and gives it to a
cove at the Club, an' then 'e comes along, an' ses 'e, 'Take me to
'er,' and I tooked 'im."
"And what like was the gentleman?"
"Oh, werry good lookin'," said Sal. "Werry tall, with yeller 'air an'
moustache. He 'ad party clothes on, an' a masher coat, an' a soft 'at."
"That's Fitzgerald right enough," muttered Calton. "And what did he do
when he came?"
"He goes right up to 'er, and she ses, 'Are you 'e?' and 'e
ses, 'I am.' Then ses she, 'Do you know what I'm a-goin' to tell you?'
an' 'e says, 'No.' Then she ses, 'It's about 'er;' and ses 'e, lookin'
very white, ''Ow dare you 'ave 'er name on your vile lips?' an' she
gits up an' screeches, 'Turn that gal out, an' I'll tell you;' an' 'e
takes me by the arm, an' ses 'e, ''Ere git out,' an' I gits out, an'
that's all I knows."
"And how long was he with her?" asked Calton, who had been listening
attentively.
"'Bout arf-a-hour," answered Sal. "I takes 'im back to Russell Street
'bout twenty-five minutes to two, 'cause I looked at the clock on the
Post Office, an' 'e gives me a sov., an' then he goes a-tearin' up the
street like anything."
"Take him about twenty minutes to walk to East Melbourne," said Calton
to himself "So he must just have got in at the time Mrs. Sampson said.
He was in with the 'Queen' the whole time, I suppose?" he asked,
looking keenly at Sal.
"I was at that door," said Sal, pointing to it, "an' 'e couldn't 'ave
got out unless I'd seen 'im.
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