Frampington monologue (Act 2) — The Honeymoon: A comedy in three acts

(_Judicially._) Depends how one looks at it. I feel sure I should have been more convincing if I hadn't changed my clothes. But the Bishop insisted on me doing that, and so I put on the only suit I had. And then I found I'd chosen a bad night. Owing to these vivisection riots, they were doing a big business in medical students at Vine Street. In fact, my suspicion is that all their cells were engaged. And there's another thing--I don't think I ought to have gone to Vine Street. Vine Street specialises in what you may call West End cases--pocket-picking, confidence tricks, murder, aristocratic inebriety, and so on. It runs in a groove. But then Vine Street was the only police-station that I was personally acquainted with--a youthful souvenir of Boatrace night--and so I went there. It was a mistake.