James. He's one of the worst boys I know. This Timothy is one of the very worst boys in all London.
Bill (aside). Timothy, eh? I twigs! It's Rainbow, by Peter and Paul!—Look y'e here, old gen'leman! This 'ere's a bad cove as is takin' adwantage o' your woolliness. I knows him. His master guv me the suvering. He guv it to me to tell him where your Mattie was.
James. Don't you fancy you're g' in' to take in an experienced old gen'leman like that with your cock-and-bull stories! Come along, I say. Hey! Police!
Bill. Here you are! (Takes the coin from his mouth, rubs it dry on his jacket, and offers it.) I don't want it. Give it to old Hunx there.—He shan't never see his Mattie! I wur right to chivy him, arter all.
James (taking the coin). Now look here, Timothy. I'm a detective hofficer. But I won't never be hard on no buy as wants to make a honest livin'. So you be hoff! I'll show the old gen'leman where he wants to go to.
BILL moves two paces, and takes a sight at him.
Tho. The Lord be praised! Dosto know eawr Mattie then?
James. It's the dooty of a detective hofficer to know every girl in his beat.
Bill. My eye! there's a oner!
Tho. Tak mo to her, sir, an' aw'll pray for yo.