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'If you want to know the time, ask a pleeceman, she said. 'You been on this beat long? 'Just short of two weeks, miss. 'I been here three days. 'I hope you like it, miss. 'So-so. The milkman's a nice boy. Constable Plimmer did not reply. He was busy silently hating the milkman.
You turned me out o' your house for singin', an' I don't see why you should come a singin' an' a misbehavin' of yourself in ourn! Jest you bring her out here, pleeceman, an' let me give her a bit o' my mind. Oh, don't you be afeared, I won't hurt her! Not in all my life did I ever once hurt a woman bless 'em! But it's time the gentry swells knowed as how we're yuman bein's as well as theirselves.
"Like Susan when she married the pleeceman." "Who was Susan?" "Red-'eaded gel that used to be cook 'ere. Mr. Keggs says to 'er, 'e says, 'You're marrying beneath you, Susan', 'e says. I 'eard 'im. I was listenin' at the door. And she says to 'im, she says, 'Oh, go and boil your fat 'ead', she says."
Fuddermo', my lim's got ter akin, mo' speshully w'en I year Brer Sim an' Brer Dick a snortin' and a skufflin' under de benches like ez dey wuz sorter makin' der way ter my pew. So I kinder hump myse'f an' scramble out, and de fus man w'at I seed was a pleeceman, an' he had a nigger 'rested, an' de fergiven name er dat nigger wuz Remus." "He didn't 'res' you, did he, Brer Remus?"
"Not yet, daddy," cried Monty, "I's a pleeceman of the A Division, Number 2, 'ats me, an' I'm goin' to catch a t'ief. I 'mell 'im." "You smell him, do you? Where is he, d'you think?" "Oh! I know," replied the small policeman here he came close up to his father, and, getting on tiptoe, said in a very audible whisper, "he's under de table, but don' tell 'im I know. His name's Joe!"
"S'pose one o' you goes up in one o' the cowls and looks out: you'll see if the pleeceman's coming. I'm getting a bit tired o' holding my hand to his heart." "Let me do it now," said Smiler. "Nay, I begun it, and I'm going on till the pleeceman comes."
"Ah!" quoth McCullough blithely, "Yu' know th' sayin' 'Old soldier old stiff? . . ." His adversary burnished a spur viciously. "Old pleeceman old son of a " he retorted with a spiteful grin. "W'y, my old Kissiwasti here knows more abaht drill'n wot you do." He indicated a rather disreputable-looking gray parrot, preening itself in a cage which stood upon a cot nearby.
"P'lhaps," interrupted the messenger, "p'lhaps the pleeceman can talkee." "If he can, let him speak," cried Edgar, with impatience. "Pleece he nevir too muchee quick," returned the man, coolly. "We knows what we's can do. Hai, yach!" Edgar sat down with a sharp sigh of discontent, and waited for more. "Well?" "Well," repeated the policeman, "there be steam-boat here now go for Borneo quick."
She warn't nothin' but a po' weak thing noways. Den I riz up an' tol' 'em dat I'd call a pleeceman an' take dat ticket from her an' de money I gin her beside, if she didn't stay on dat car. I didn't give her de 'velope; I had dat in my han' to show de conductor when he come, so he could see whar she was ter git off. Here it is" and she handed me the ticket-seller's envelope.
'I bin see old missis, he says. 'She yabber that one make-believe constable bin there. Gammon-like it surveyor, and bimeby old man Ben gon' alonga hut, and that one pleeceman fire at him and all about, and him break back alonga gully. 'Any of 'em come back? says Jim. 'Bale! me see um tent-dog tied up. Cake alonga fireplace, all burn to pieces. No come home last night.
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