"The place," he added, suddenly turning round to explain in a normal voice, "was as full of Cecils as the Café Royal is of drunks on Saturday night Got that?"
"Yes, I follow you! But.."
"But Curtius Merrivale (or, as it might be, me) folded his arms, like this. And he looked up at the judge. And: 'Me lord,’ he says, this is a frame-up.' Have no fear, Sir Curtius,' says the judge, who was an honest man; for well I know,' he says, that there is hokey-pokey goin' on in this court.'"
"Stop it!" cried Aunt Cicely.
"Hey?"
"You're joking. You're teasing met I don't like it."
H.M. was completely taken aback with amazement
"Honest to God!" he said in purple-faced earnest and lifted his right hand to take the oath.
"But they didn't say it in those words, surely?"
"Well… now! I was only giving you the gist of it sort of. The original's in a manuscript I got at home."