[Bolts again, and is once more overtaken by the indignant Cabman.
Pol. (following up). Now, then, Cabman, don't go hustling him!
[Crowd's sympathy veers round to the E. G. again.
Cabman. 'Oo's 'ustlin'? I ain't laid a finger on 'im. (Magnanimously.) I've no wish to 'inder 'im from going wherever he likes, so long as he pays me fust!
Pol. You've no right to touch the man, nor yet his bag; so be careful, that's all I tell you!
The E. G. (with maudlin enthusiasm). Pleeshman's perfelly ri'! Pleeshman always knowsh besht!
[Tries to pat Policeman on back.
Pol. (his disgust reaching a climax). 'Ere, don't you go pawin' me about—for I won't 'ave it! If I'm right, it's more than what you are, anyhow! Now be off with you, wherever it is you're going to!
Cabman (desperate). But look 'ere—can't you take his name and address?
Pol. (rising to the occasion). Ah! that's what I was waitin' for! Now you've ast me—now I kin act! (Pulls out a pocket-book full of dirty memoranda, and a stumpy pencil.) Now then, Sir, your name, if you please?