“Thought it was what boy?” inquired the senior officer.
“The housebreaker’s boy, sir!” replied Giles. “They—they certainly had a boy.”
“Well, do you think so now?” inquired Blathers.
“Think what, now?” replied Giles, looking vacantly at his questioner.
“Think it’s the same boy, stupid-head?” rejoined Mr. Blathers, impatiently.
“I don’t know; I really don’t know,” said Giles, with a rueful countenance. “I couldn’t swear to him.”
“What do you think?” asked Mr. Blathers.
“I don’t know what to think,” replied poor Giles. “I don’t think it is the boy; indeed, I’m almost certain that it isn’t. You know it can’t be.”
“Has this man been a-drinking, sir?” inquired Blathers, turning to the doctor.