Coddle. The police will have a few words to say to you before you’re an hour older, you burglar!
Whitwell. The deuce!
Coddle. What’s your name, sir?
Jane. Ay, what’s your name? Tell us that. This is a hanging matter, I’d have you to know.
Whitwell (stammering). My name? er—er—Whit—no—er—mat.
Jane (shouts in Coddle’s ear). He says his name is Whittermat. Furrin of course. Mercy! what an escape!
Whitwell (aside). Good idea that. I’m a foreigner! I’ll keep it up.
Jane. Didn’t you hear me call to you, you man-slaughterer? Are you deaf?
Whitwell (aside). Deaf! Another good idea. I’ll keep that up.
Coddle. What does he say, Jane?