BODIE. You won’t find it so easy.
POLICEMAN. Excuse me, sir; we have an infallayble way at Scotland Yard of finding out whether a woman is common or a lady.
BODIE (irritated). An infallible way.
POLICEMAN (firmly). Infallayable.
BODIE. I should like to know what it is.
POLICEMAN. There is nothing against my telling you. (He settles down to a masterly cross-examination.) Where, sir, does a common female keep her valuables when she carries them about on her person?
BODIE. In her pocket, I suppose.
POLICEMAN. And you suppose correctly. But where does a lady keep them?
BODIE. In the same place, I suppose.
POLICEMAN. Then you suppose wrongly. No, sir, here. (He taps his own chest, and indicates discreetly how a lady may pop something down out of sight.)