Sniggers:
Don't, Toffy!
The Toff:
Well, then, your strength is no use to you. You want cleverness; or they'll have you the way that they had George and Jim.
All:
Ugh!
The Toff:
Those black priests would follow you round the world in circles, year after year, till they got the idol's eye. And if we died with it they'd follow our grandchildren. That fool thinks he can escape men like that by running round three streets in the town of Hull.
Albert:
God's truth, you 'aven't escaped them, because they're 'ere.