Being the Life and Opinions ofa Young and Impertinent CriminalRecounted by Himself.
a joint of meat, which at once proclaimed itself as the origin of the awful stench.
'Wonder how that got left 'ere?' said young Alf, as he opened the window gently and heaved the joint into the yard below.
'Better leave the window open,' I said as he was about to close it.
'Didn't I never tell you,' he said, 'how we waxed things up for that butcher as come down to the Walk? Battersea he come from.'
I had not heard the story, and said so.
'It was that what give the show away,' he said. 'You 'eard what that butcher said jest now?'
He leaned against the window sill, and, with one eye on the stable-yard, told me the story.
'It was Friday night last week,' he began, 'and me and two uvvers was coming along the Walk, down where the butchers are. There was one butcher there that I tumbled was a stranger soon as I ketch sight of 'is dial. He wasn't selling 'is meat over-quick, 'cos all the time he was necking four-ale in the pub cross the way. He'd got