When I had tried to change a sovereign in a baker's shop, the woman had cried on the police, and a little later, when I was washing my face in a burn, I had been nearly gripped, and had only got away by leaving my coat and waistcoat behind me.
'They can have the money back,' I cried, 'for a fat lot of good it's done me.

Those perishers are all down on a poor man.

Now, if it had been you, guv'nor, that had found the quids, nobody would have troubled you.' 'You're a good liar, Hannay,' he said.
I flew into a rage.

'Stop fooling, damn you! I tell you my name's Ainslie, and I never heard of anyone called Hannay in my born days.
I'd sooner have the police than you with your Hannays and your monkey-faced pistol tricks ...

No, guv'nor, I beg pardon, I don't mean that.