Magistrate: A singular coincidence.
Mr. White Lush: The witness’s two lodgers were evidently regular bricks. (Great laughter.) Were your drawing rooms and your second floorer on terms of intimacy?
Witness: Not as I was aware on, sir.
Mr. White Lush: What did you do then?
Witness: I went out to speak to a neighbour.
Mr. White Lush: To tell her of your misfortunes?
Witness: Yes, sir.
Mr. White Lush: At what time did you return to your house?
Witness: It were eleven o’clock, sir—striking as I opened the door. I stood on the steps, and counted the strokes: One—Two—Three——