“You could be honest too if you’d only try. Think how wonderful it would be to settle down and live a comfortable life and not have to think about somebody chasing you all the time.”
“A good man is hard to find,” Red Sammy said. “Everything is getting terrible. I remember the day you could go off and leave your screen door unlatched. Not no more.”
“Arthur tied the burglar’s bootlaces together. He had to do it himself because Sampson could only tie granny knots. Then Sampson obliged with his party piece. It was supposed to be the Song of the Nightingale but everyone else thought it sounded like a policeman’s whistle. They counted on the burglar thinking so too.”
“There, with a black mask over her mask and eyes and her hand in the bread-bin, stands a lady.
‘Who are you?’ says Burglar Bill.
‘I’m Burglar Betty,’ says the lady.”
“It’s a noise that Burglar Bill has heard before; the noise of someone opening a window and climbing carefully in.
‘Blow me down,’ says Burglar Bill. ‘I’m being burgled!‘”