I think that I would be better pleased in a corner of the Third Degree room down at Number 300 Mulberry Street, or in the Chamber of Horrors at the Eden Musee.

For, as you may have noticed, I am partial to crime.

It is the result of my bringing up.

It is the excitement of my early days that I miss most now.
When I first came out here it was with a feeling of pleased expectancy.
I anticipated a daily hold-up.

I had visions of stage robbers in cambric masks, and running gun fights, and horses in frightened flight, and my driver stricken to the heart and tumbling from his seat.