_Th._ Nay, aw donnot know; but beout aw get somebory to help mo, aw
dunnot think aw'll coom to th' end in haste. Aw're a lookin' for
summut aw've lost, mou.
_Col. G._ Did you come all the way from Lancashire to look for it?
_Th._ Eh, lad! aw thowt thae'rt beawn to know wheer aw coom fro!
_Col. G._ Anybody could tell that, the first word you spoke. I mean no
offence.
_Th._ (_looking disappointed_). Well, noan's ta'en. But thae dunnot
say thae's ne'er been to Lancashire thisel'?
_Col. G._ No, I don't say that: I've been to Lancashire several times.
_Th._ Wheer to?
_Col. G._ Why, Manchester.
_Th._ That's noan ov it.
_Col. G._ And Lancaster.
_Th._ Tut! tut! That's noan of it, nayther.
_Col. G._ And Liverpool. I was once there for a whole week.
_Th._ Nay, nay. Noather o' those plazes. Fur away off 'em.
_Col. G._ But what does it matter where I have or haven't been?
_Th._ Mun aw tell tho again? Aw've lost summut, aw tell tho. Didsto
ne'er hear tell ov th' owd woman 'at lost her shillin'? Hoo couldn't
sit her deawn beawt hoo feawnd it! Yon's me. (_Hides his face in his
hands_.)
_Col. G._ Ah! now I begin to guess! (_aside_).--You don't mean you've
lost your--
_Th._ (_starting up and grasping his stick with both hands_). Aw _do_
mane aw've lost mo yung lass; and aw dunnot say thae's feawnd her, but
aw do say thae knows wheer hoo is. Aw do. Theighur! Nea then!
_Col. G._ What on earth makes you think that? I don't know what you're
after.
_Th._ Thae knows well enough. Thae knowed what aw'd lost afoor aw
tou'd tho yo' be deny in' your own name. Thae knows. Aw'll tay tho
afore the police, beout thou gie her oop. Aw wull.
_Col. G._ What story have you to tell the police then? They'll want to
know.
_Th._ Story saysto? The dule's i' th' mon! Didn't aw seigh th' mon 'at
stealed her away goo into this heawse not mich over hauve an hour
ago?--Aw seigh him wi' mo own eighes.
_Col. G._ Why didn't you speak to him?
_Th._ He poppit in at th' same dur, and there aw've been a-watching
ever since. Aw've not took my eighes off ov it. He's somewheeres now
in this same heawse.
_Col. G._ He _may_ have been out in the morning (_aside_).--But you
see there are more doors than one to the place. There is a back door;
and there is a door out into the street.
_Th._ Eigh! eigh! Th' t'one has to do wi' th' t'other--have it? Three
dur-holes to one shed! That looks bad!
_Col. G._ He's not here, whoever it was. There's not a man but myself
in the place.
_Th._ Hea am aw to know yo're not playin' a marlock wi' mo? He'll be
oop i' th' heawse theer. Aw mun go look (_going_).
_Col. G._ (_preventing him_). And how am _I_ to know you're not a
housebreaker?
_Th._ Dun yo think an owd mon like mosel' would be of mich use for
sich wark as that, mon?
_Col. G._ The more fit for a spy, though, to see what might be made of
it.
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