Y'oughto see some of them.

Search you to the skin." The pannikins scraped clean, conversation began to spring up.

"This super'tendent 'ere is always writin' to the papers 'bout us mugs," said the man on the other side of me.
"What does he say ?" I asked.
"Oh, 'e sez we're no good, a lot o' blackguards an' scoundrels as won't work.

Tells all the ole tricks I've bin 'earin' for twenty years an' w'ich I never seen a mug ever do.

Las' thing of 'is I see, 'e was tellin' 'ow a mug gets out o' the spike, wi' a crust in 'is pockit.