"Alf's got Chukkers on the crumpet," Jerry said sardonically. "If there was a nearthquake and they ask Alf who done it, he'd say Chukkers."
"Well, he's up to all sorts," retorted the wise cherub.
Jerry repeated his original question.
"Who done Mr. Silver down?"
"Jews," ventured a sporting youth.
This answer met with more approval.
"That's more like," said Jerry. "Now 'ow can he get back on 'em?"
"Bash 'em," suggested the sportsman, encouraged by his previous success. "He's bigger nor them, I'll lay."
The lecturer on the platform lifted a protesting hand.
"You mustn't bash 'em, boy Jackson," he said. "Tain't accordin' to religion—at least not the religion what I'm here to teach you. No," said the preacher of righteousness, "you mustn't bash 'em. That'd never do."