“A very good name for the Newgate Calendar,” said Mr. Nupkins.
This was a joke; so Jinks, Grummer, Dubbley, all the specials, and Muzzle, went into fits of laughter of five minutes’ duration.
“Put down his name, Mr. Jinks,” said the magistrate.
“Two L’s, old feller,” said Sam.
Here an unfortunate special laughed again, whereupon the magistrate threatened to commit him, instantly. It is a dangerous thing to laugh at the wrong man, in these cases.
“Where do you live?” said the magistrate.
“Vare-ever I can,” replied Sam.
“Put down that, Mr. Jinks,” said the magistrate, who was fast rising into a rage.
“Score it under,” said Sam.
“He is a vagabond, Mr. Jinks,” said the magistrate. “He is a vagabond on his own statement; is he not, Mr. Jinks?”