Arter that they agreed to wear it outside their shirt, and even then Ginger said it scratched ’im. And every day they got more and more worried about wot was the best thing to do with the locket, and whether it would be safe to try and sell it. The idea o’ walking about with a fortune in their pockets that they couldn’t spend a’most drove ’em crazy. “The longer we keep it, the safer it’ll be,” ses Sam, as they was walking down Houndsditch one day. “We’ll sell it when I’m sixty,” ses Ginger, nasty-like. “Then old Sam won’t be ’ere to have ’is share,” ses Peter. Sam was just going to answer ’em back, when he stopped and began to smile instead. Straight in front of ’im was the gentleman he ’ad met in the coffee-shop, coming along with another man, and he just ’ad time to see that it was the docker who ’ad sold him the locket, when they both saw ’im. They turned like a flash, and, afore Sam could get ’is breath, bolted up a little alley and disappeared. “Wot’s the row?” ses Ginger, staring. Sam didn’t answer ’im. He stood there struck all of a heap. “Do you know ’em?” ses Peter. Sam couldn’t answer ’im for a time. He was doing a bit of ’ard thinking. “Chap I ’ad a row with the other night,” he ses, at last. He walked on very thoughtful, and the more ’e thought, the less ’e liked it. He was so pale that Ginger thought ’e was ill and advised ’im to ’ave a drop o’ brandy. Peter recommended rum, so to please ’em he ’ad both. It brought ’is colour back, but not ’is cheerfulness. He gave ’em both the slip next morning; which was easy, as Ginger was wearing the locket, and, arter fust ’aving a long ride for nothing owing to getting in the wrong train, he got to Barnet. It was a big place; big enough to ’ave a dozen Orange Villas, but pore Sam couldn’t find one. It wasn’t for want of trying neither. He asked at over twenty shops, and the post-office, and even went to the police-station. He must ha’ walked six or seven miles looking for it, and at last, ’arf ready to drop, ’e took the train back. He ’ad some sausages and mashed potatoes with a pint o’ stout at a place in Bishopsgate, and then ’e started to walk ’ome. The only comfort he ’ad was the thought of the ten pounds Ginger and Peter ’ad paid ’im; and when he remembered that he began to cheer up and even smile. By the time he got ’ome ’e was beaming all over ’is face. “Where’ve you been?” ses Ginger. “Enjoying myself by myself,” ses Sam. “Please yourself,” ses Peter, very severe, “but where’d you ha’ been if we ’ad sold the locket and skipped, eh?” “You wouldn’t ’ave enjoyed yourself by yourself then,” ses Ginger. “Yes, you may laugh!” Sam didn’t answer ’im, but he sat down on ’is bed and ’is shoulders shook till Ginger lost his temper and gave him a couple o’ thumps on the back that pretty near broke it. “All right,” ses Sam, very firm. “Now you ’ave done for yourselves. I ’ad a’most made up my mind to go shares; now you sha’n’t ’ave a ha’penny.”