If you ain't no realler than them cats, I'm done, spunchuck--out of time.
Send for the police.

I'll go quiet.

One thing, there'd not be room for 'arf them cats in no cell as ever _I_ see.' He ran his fingers through his hair, which was short, and his eyes wandered wildly round the roomful of cats.
'Burglar,' said Jane, kindly and softly, 'if you didn't like cats, what did you come here for ?' 'Send for the police,' was the unfortunate criminal's only reply.

'I'd rather you would--honest, I'd rather.' 'I daren't,' said Jane, 'and besides, I've no one to send.

I hate the police.