He found it by no means so easy, however, to shake himself free of Mr. tatt's legal services.
Here Mr. tatt left off explaining, and began to play with his terrier.
Mr. tatt waits, and the train comes in, and then Witchem and me go off with him to the Hotel.
To effect this result was now, therefore, the grand object of Mr. tatt's ambition.
"A good deal of mystery about the late Miss Grice," resumed Mr. tatt, still playing with the terrier.
When Mr. tatt asked to be furnished with the name of this person, he was told to write "Martha Peckover."
All Mr. tatt's efforts to engage him for an "early day," and an "appointed hour," failed.
Also we agreed with Trebioye Dono, the bongew of the filde where the buriall place is, to make a ston wall about it of 13 tatt.
However, we stick to our men (Mr. tatt being as good as any officer), and we take em all, and carry em off to the station.