writin\ Seems to think that ink's jus' for splashin' about. That's what's wrong with it in my opinion," he ended with heavy sarcasm.
" It's a jolly good pen," said Ginger indignantly, " & jolly good pen."
" Yes, it's a jolly good pen for splashin' ink about," said William. " I never said it wasn't a jolly good pen for splashin' ink about. If anyone ever asked me to advise them a good pen for splashin' ink about I'd advise yours. I'd say no one could have a better pen for splashin' ink about than yours. But writin's a different matter an'-----"
" Oh, shut up talkin' so much,' said Ginger. " I don't see how you think you can catch murd'rers an' such-like if you never stop talkin' from mornin' to night."
"I do stop talkin'," said William indignantly. " I'm only doin' absolutely necessr'y talkin' now. How d'you think anyone can arrange about catchin' murd'rers an' such-like without talkin' ? 'F you know of any deaf and dumb man what's become a famous detective kin'ly tell me his name."
Ginger, thus challenged, sent his mind back over the vast amount of lurid literature on which it had lately fed in search of a famous deaf and dumb detective, and William seized the opportunity to continue.
" An' I don' think you c'n get a whole murder on the back of a little env'lope either. You oughter 've brought somethin' bigger for a murder. Not that I s'pose it'll matter much 'cause if you had a whole book full of paper your pen 'd splash ink over it stead of writin' murders."
Henry, however, retrieved the honour of the company. With an air of conscious virtue he brought out a little note-book, and a small neat pencil with a sheath over its point. William was touched and softened. He gazed at Henry admiringly.
" That's jolly good," he said. " That'll be all right,