He did not deny it, whereupon I added: "It seems strange that two infallibles should contradict one another?"
The case was at an end.
* * * * *
One evening, after a good hard day's work, I was sitting in my easy-chair after dinner, comfortably enjoying myself, when a man, who was quite a respectable working man, came in. I had known him for a considerable time.
"What's the matter, Jenkins?" I inquired, seeing he was somewhat troubled.
"Well, Mr. Hawkins, it's a terrible job, this 'ere. I wants you to appear for me."
"Where?" I inquired.
"At Bow Street, Mr. Hawkins."
"Bow Street! What have you been doing, Jenkins?"
"Why, nothing, sir; but it's a put-up job. You knows my James, I dessay. Well, sir, that there boy, my son James, have been brought up, I might say, on the Church Catechism."