“What, in the name of persecution and the new police, does A1, with a dark lantern, want with me?”
“Please, sir, Mr. Brown Bunkem has give him half-a-crown.”
“Well, you little ruffian, what’s that to me?”
“Why, sir, he guv it him to come here, and ask you—”
Here policeman A1, with the dark lantern, took up the conversation.
“Jist to step down to the station-’us, and bail him therefrom—”
“For what!”
“Being werry drunk—uncommon overcome, surely—and oudacious obstropelous.” continued the alphabetically and numerically-distinguished conservator of the public peace.
“How did he get there?”
“On a werry heavily-laden stretcher.”