"As for you, sir, of course, you're under arrest; I've got your word for that."
Leicester nodded.
"Then I think, sir, you and your man will go to Sanderson's—where you were before, you know—and wait till the evening. I'll come to you. By the way, I haven't had the pleasure of your man's acquaintance."
Here Stumpy turned round and rather dolefully presented himself for inspection.
Mr. Dockett looked hard at him and turned aside.
"Ah!" he said. "I don't know him, I think, but I may some day, and very good friends we shall be."
Stumpy suppressed a groan, then suddenly tore off his wig and with a desperate recklessness exclaimed:
"'Tain't no use, I know it ain't! You'd find it out some day, sooner or later! Here I am, sir!"
"Eh?" said Mr. Dockett, with genuine astonishment. "Why, hang me, if this isn't a regular pantomime! You're the man who was split upon by the general and got it for life?"
Stumpy nodded his head desperately.