Ginger and Peter sat down on the bed to talk it over, and at last, arter calling themselves a lot o’ bad names for being too kind-’earted, they offered ’im five pounds each for their share in the locket. “And that means you’ve got your share for next to nothing, Sam,” ses Ginger. “Some people wouldn’t ’ave given you anything,” ses Peter. Sam gave way at last, and then ’e stood by making nasty remarks while Ginger wrote out a paper for them all to sign, because he said he had known Sam such a long time. It was a’most daylight afore they got to sleep, and the fust thing Ginger did when he woke was to wake Sam up, and offer to shake ’ands with him. The noise woke Peter up, and, as Sam wouldn’t shake ’ands with ’im either, they both patted him on the back instead. They made him take ’em to the little pub, arter breakfast, to read the bill about the reward. Sam didn’t mind going, as it ’appened, as he ’oped to meet ’is new pal there and tell ’im his troubles, but, though they stayed there some time, ’e didn’t turn up. He wasn’t at the coffee-shop for dinner, neither. Peter and Ginger was in ’igh spirits, and, though Sam told ’em plain that he would sooner walk about with a couple of real pickpockets, they wouldn’t leave ’im an inch. “Anybody could steal it off of you, Sam,” ses Ginger, patting ’im on the weskit to make sure the locket was still there. “It’s a good job you’ve got us to look arter you.” “We must buy ’im a money-belt with a pocket in it,” ses Peter. Ginger nodded at ’im. “Yes,” he ses, “that would be safer. And he’d better wear it next to ’is skin, with everything over it. I should feel more comfortable then.” “And wot about me?” says Sam, turning on ’im. “Well, we’ll take it in turns,” ses Ginger. “You one day, and then me, and then Peter.” Sam gave way at last, as arter all he could see it was the safest thing to do, but he ’ad so much to say about it that they got fair sick of the sound of ’is voice. They ’ad to go ’ome for ’im to put the belt on; and then at seven o’clock in the evening, arter Sam had ’ad two or three pints, they had to go ’ome agin, ’cos he was complaining of tight-lacing. Ginger had it on next day and he went ’ome five times. The other two went with ’im in case he lost ’imself, and stood there making nasty remarks while he messed ’imself up with a penn’orth of cold cream. It was a cheap belt, and pore Ginger said that, when they ’ad done with it, it would come in handy for sand-paper. Peter didn’t like it any better than the other two did, and twice they ’ad to speak to ’im about stopping in the street and trying to make ’imself more comfortable by wriggling. Sam said people misunderstood it.