“What sorta eccident?”
“Old bloke ’ad is eye jabbed aht in the lift.”
“Garn!”
“Yeah,” said the newsboy, assuming a slightly hard-boiled transatlantic manner. “And it’s just too bad abaht im. ’E’s a gorner.”
“Dead?”
“Stiff.”
“Cor!”
“ Eccident!” said the newsboy with ineffable scorn.
“ Eccident! Oh yeah?”
“Wiv cops and cemeras floatin’ in by dozins,” agreed his friend. “Oh, yeah? Not ’alf. I don’t fink.”