All right, Bates.

You can take 'em away." "Have you shown that knot to Mr.Furneaux ?" inquired Grant.
"No, sir.

I've kept that up me sleeve, as the sayin' is." "But why ?" Robinson shuffled uneasily on his feet.
"These Scotland Yard men will hardly listen to a uniformed constable, sir," he said.

"I'll tell 'em all about it at the inquest on Wednesday." "In effect, John P.Robinson he sez they didn't know everythin' down in Judee," quoted Hart.
"You've got my name pat," grinned the policeman, whose Christian names were "John Price." "My name is Walter, not Patrick," retorted Hart.

Robinson continued to smile, though he failed to grasp the joke until late that evening.
"Did you make up that verse straight off, sir," he asked.
"No.