Mr. White Lush: A piano can’t play of itself. You heard a man, or a woman, or a child, playing the piano?
Witness: Wild ’orses sha’n’t tear it from me, sir. It might ’ave been a spirit.
Mr. White Lush: What do you say to a cat?
Witness: No, sir, it ain’t reasonable.
Mr. White Lush: You stick to the spirit, then?
Witness: It might ’ave been.
Mr. White Lush: You believe in spirits?
Witness: I do, sir.
Mr. White Lush: Out of a bottle? (Laughter.)
Magistrate: The witness has the bottle-imp in her mind, perhaps? (Renewed laughter.)