human
Got 'em 'id in the shrubs, sir, he returned enthusiastically.
gpt
Done up in brahn paper, they are, and ready for examination on sight. 'Untin' boots, Mr. Cleek, sir--gent's 'untin'-boots, and that thick wiv mud as ter look like blessed gardings too. Fit fer growin' a crop of taties in, I swear, sir. An' fahnd 'em 'idden in a bush er laurels as large as life.
human
Whew! Is that all, then? Nothing under-ground?
gpt
No, sir. Not a blinkin' thing.
human
Um. Pity. You must show me the hunting-boots, Dollops; they may prove a clue--though just how they would be connected with this particular case remains to be seen. Very muddy, eh? Any name inside?