"Indeed? Will you cast your mind back to the night of April 24th, 1897? What were you doing on that night?"
"I have no idea," said Jobson, after casting his mind back and waiting in vain for some result.
"In that case you cannot swear that you were not being turned out of the Hampstead Parliament——"
"But I never belonged to it."
Rupert leaped at the damaging admission.
"What? You told the Court you lived at Hampstead, and yet you say that you never belonged to the Hampstead Parliament? Is that your idea of patriotism?"
"I said I lived at Hackney."
"To the Hackney Parliament, I should say. I am suggesting that you were turned out of the Hackney Parliament——"
"I don't belong to that either."
"Exactly!" said Rupert triumphantly. "Having been turned out for intoxication?"