"On the street."
"In one place?"
"No, in several—by walking down the middle of the street and looking about."
"Look here! I don't believe that. You are lying. Come in here. I have something to say to you." The something was a caning.
"Will you confess now?"
"I have found them on the street."
The cane was again plied in order to make him "confess." What should he confess? Pain, and fear that the scene would continue indefinitely, forced the following lie from him:
"I have stolen them."
"Where?"
Now he did not know to which part of a carriage the screw-nuts belonged, but he guessed it was the under part.