D'ye remember w'en yer were a cop with one stripe, an' we smashed every window in Flanagan's pub for laggin'?
D'ye remember the time yer used ter turn fer safety down a side street w'en yer saw us comin' ?" Cassidy's face stiffened for a moment, the old policeman coming to life again at the sight of his natural enemy, the larrikin.

But years of ease had buried the guardian of the law under layers of fat.

He stepped hastily back from Jonah's fists.
"No, I won't hit yer; yer might splash," cried Jonah bitterly.
And Cassidy, forgetting that the dreaded Push was scattered to the winds, and trembling for the safety of his windows, spoke in a changed voice.
"I'll do anything to meet your wishes, Mr Jones.

There's no call to rake up old times.

We've both got on since then, and it won't pay us to be enemies.