Albert. What about the ruby, Bill?
Bill. Ah!
Albert. Well, I did better than that. I walks up and down through Hull. I walks slow enough. And then I turns a corner and I runs. I never sees a corner but I turns it. But sometimes I let a corner pass just to fool them. I twists about like a hare. Then I sits down and waits. No priests.
Sniggers. What?
Albert. No heathen black devils with gold spots on their face. I give 'em the slip.
Bill. Well done, Albert!
Sniggers [after a sigh of content]. Why didn't you tell us?
Albert. 'Cause 'e won't let you speak. 'E's got 'is plans and 'e thinks we're silly folk. Things must be done 'is way. And all the time I've give 'em the slip. Might 'ave 'ad one o' them crooked knives in him before now but for me who give 'em the slip in Hull.
Bill. Well done, Albert! Do you hear that, Toffy? Albert has give 'em the slip.
The Toff. Yes, I hear.