Crusher

Fyodor's dad is a fun crusher.

[…] for unless a matter be true enough to stand a good deal of misrepresentation, its truth is not of a very robust order, and the blame will rather lie with its own delicacy than with the carelessness of the crusher.

Woe unto every backbiter, slanderer, who has gathered riches and counted them over thinking his riches have made him immortal! ¶ No indeed, he shall be thrust into the Crusher, and what shall teach thee what is the Crusher?

Anything about the police sets them a talking at once. […] 'The blessed crushers are everywhere,' shouted one. 'I wish I'd been there to have had a shy at the eslops,' said another. And then a man sung out: 'O, don't I like the Bobbys?'

Back in the lobby he bought a copy of Time but didn't like the way the plain-clothes crushers looked at him, and left.

“She is a crusher, ain’t she now!” Mr. Foker asked of his companion.