Constable. "Now then, what are you doin' up here?"
Burglar. "Wotcher s'pose I'm doin'? Feedin' the pussy-cats?"
"A van containing £3,000 worth of woollen goods has been stolen from Broad-street, Bloomsbury. It was left unattended by the driver, who went into a restaurant for dinner and later was found empty at Holloway."—Provincial Paper.
We know that kind of restaurant.
"Accounting for Women."—American Paper.
We had always been told there was no accounting for them.