I tell you, I tell you all about it. Please put on this cardboard turban. Thank you. Now, we were sitting down sir, playing ping pong in the oriental style, [corpses] When a leather omnibus approaching from the direction of W4, and the occupant, wearing a masked boxing glove, is punching poor Bert Ramjat Singh right up his conk! And poor Ramjat Singh is falling backwards in the direction of SW2, so help me he is!
Gad! I said. Then that old man sleeping on the piano was telling the truth.
[Backstage and very faintly] Yes I was!
Constable, go up to Birmingham and bring him back. [Shouts to Willium] I'm sending someone for you.