JAWBONES--otherwise WILLIAM GORDON--is a clean-
shaven young hooligan. He wears a bicycle cap on the back of his
head, allowing a picturesque tuft of hair to fall over his
forehead. Evidently he is suffering from controlled indignation.]
SIGSBY [Seeing him.] Oh, so you've come back, have you?
JAWBONES I 'ave, wot's left of me.
SIGSBY What have you been doing?
JAWBONES Clinging to a roof for the last three hours.
SIGSBY Clinging to a roof! What for?
JAWBONES [He boils over.] Wot for? 'Cos I didn't want to fall
off! Wot do you think: 'cos I was fond of it?
SIGSBY I don't understand -
JAWBONES You find yourself 'alf way up a ladder, posting bills as
the other side 'as took objection to--with a crowd of girls from
Pink's jam factory waiting for you at the bottom with a barrel of
treacle, and you WILL understand. Nothing else for me to do, o'
course, but to go up. Then they took the ladder away.
SIGSBY Where are the bills?
JAWBONES Last I see of them was their being put into a 'earse on
its way to Ilford Cemetery.
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