"Look 'ere, Alf," he said. "What can you remember about this feller Aladdin? What 'appened to 'im in the panto?"
Alf considered.
"There was a bloke sang something about a rose growin' in a garden. Pathetic it was," he announced after deep thought.
"Blighted fool!" commented Bill with pardonable heat. "I don't mean that. What 'appened to this chap, Aladdin, 'isself?"
"Oh, 'im! A bloomin' girl, 'e was, in the pantomime. I didn't take much notice what 'appened to 'im—married some one, I think."
"Yes, but 'oo?" asked Bill, with an air of playing his trump card.
"I dunno. Princess Something."
"That's what I remember. An' they 'ad palaces, an' jools, an' money, an' everything. An' 'ow did they get 'em, eh?"
"I dunno."