"You have no idea," he continued, a dreamy expression stealing over his furrowed face, "how unutterably tired one can become of the walk from Piccadilly Circus to the Vine Street Police Court.

Yet, what else was there for us to do?
Simply nothing.

Sometimes we would put out a street lamp, and a man would come round and light it again.

If one insulted a policeman, he simply took no notice.

He did not even know he was being insulted; or, if he did, he seemed not to care.