It took Old Jack three hours to get here, and now the morning mist had almost dissipated. Looking around, he could see a field of rather unfresh cow dung, garbage cans by the roadside that hadn't been emptied in months, steam billowing from the sewers, and two rats darting past a cat who merely yawned lazily.,“Seven pence,” the boss continued in that unfriendly tone.,What's going on Was that person on the phone talking about 'Mr. Jack'。