You leave your drink around me, believe your drank going to get drunk up.

We see him now — the old slouched hat cocked o’er his eye askew, The shrewd, dry smile, the speech so pat, so calm, so blunt, so true.

Please note: Inspector Knacker has been known to query applications by phone in the early hours NZ time, so forewarn your family, friends and flatmates that you are not the subject of an Interpol inquiry.

[We] have […] a strong inclination to make a farce of it, and mingle buffoonry with the most serious scenes.