The whole contents of my safe--in that villain's pockets!" "No, no," cried Monckton, in agony.

"It's all a delusion.

Some rogue has planted them there to ruin me." "Keep that for the beak," said the policeman; "he is sure to believe it.
Come, my bloke.

I knew who was my bird the moment I clapped eyes on the two.

'Tain't his first job, gents, you take my word.