Mr. White Lush: Nothing else?
Witness: Not a blessed thing.
Mr. White Lush: What occurred then?
Witness: I were overcome with a ’orrid suspicion.
Mr. White Lush: Concerning what?
Witness: My second floorer.
Magistrate: Is that a poetical image, Mr. Lush?
Mr. White Lush (smiling): I really cannot say. This is a case with very little poetry in it. (To witness): Your second floorer? Do you mean your tenant on the second floor?
Witness: That were my meaning, sir.
Mr. White Lush: And acting on your horrid suspicion, you——