“Answer to your names, gentlemen, that you may be sworn,” said the gentleman in black. “Richard Upwitch.”
“Here,” said the greengrocer.
“Thomas Groffin.”
“Here,” said the chemist.
“Take the book, gentlemen. You shall well and truly try——”
“I beg this court’s pardon,” said the chemist, who was a tall, thin, yellow-visaged man, “but I hope this court will excuse my attendance.”
“On what grounds, sir?” said Mr. Justice Stareleigh.
“I have no assistant, my Lord,” said the chemist.
“I can’t help that, sir,” replied Mr. Justice Stareleigh. “You should hire one.”