I fobbed it and whipped up the old 'oss.

Next moment we was around the corner, and a-drivin' as if we was a trying to ketch a train.

Then we comes to a little side street, an' I slows down.

Out 'e jumps and down he goes along a side street as if the devil was arter him.

Then I drives on my way and pulls up 'ere.
Bilked you were, guvner, and I don't mind sayin' so, but busness is busness, and five poun' ten ain't to be picked up every day.