D'you call that cousins,
going on like that?"
"Nay, surely; nay, surely!" said the men encouragingly.
"What d'you think he sent for me about? Ay, there's the pretty fellow he
sent up with the message! But there'll be a message for him one of these
days: I gathered as much from the Inspector himself. I'll say no more than
that. And as for me telling things, here's Inspector's been like a father
to me, and I'd be a stock and a stone to say otherwise. 'I'm all upset and
worried these days, Grindhusen,' says he to me. 'And what's a man to do;
can you tell me that now?' 'No,' says I, 'but Inspector knows himself,'
says I. Those very words I said. 'I wish to Heaven I did,' says he again.
'But it's all these wretched women,' says he. 'If it's women,' says I,
'why, there's no doing anything with them,' says I. 'No, indeed, you're
right there!' says he. 'The only way's to give them what they were made
for, and a good round slap on the backside into the bargain,' says I. 'By
Heaven, I believe you're right there, Grindhusen,' says the Inspector, and
he brightened up no end.
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