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 with a preposition, Iggy. Where were you brung up, anyway?” Val inquired lightly.

“Never mind my grammar,” growled Teck. “I’d sooner make grammatical mistakes and be alive than be perfect—and dead.”

“What pleasant ideas you have,” remarked Val.

“I’m going out and I won’t return until this evening. I’ll look in then just to see whether you are ready to come across—and if you’re not, why, I’ll continue on my way—after handing you over to the tender mercies of Rat and O’Hara. And they’re not squeamish, either, I can assure you of that. And another thing⸺”

“Good by, Iggy,” Val interrupted him, wriggling so that he was turned to the wall.

The other regarded him evilly for a moment, turned on his heel and went out.