"Dose pirts are shtorks; hier dey vas oblige to keep alvays two shtorks for de arms of de Haag. Vhen de yong shtorks porn, de old vons vas kill."
Sandford shocked—Merton sceptical.
"Keel dem? Oh, yaas, do anytings mit dem ven dey vas old," says Bosch, and adds:—"Ve haf de breference mit de shtorks, eh?"
What is he driving at?
"Yaas—ven ve vas old ve vas nod kill."
This reminds Bosch—Barlow-like—of an anecdote.
"Dere vas a vrent to me," he begins, "he com and say to me, 'Bosch, I am god so shtout and my bark is so dick, I can go no more on my lacks—vat vas I do?' To him I say, 'Wol, I dell you vat I do mit you—I dake you at de booshair to be cot op; I tink you vas make vary goot shdeak-meat!"
Wonder whether this is a typical sample of Bosch's badinage.
"What did he say to that, Bosch?"
"Oh, he vas vair moch loff, a-course!" says Bosch, with the natural complacency of a successful humorist.