“Neither, Mr. Hawes. The law shall be your master and mine.”
“Very good! but there's a hole in your coat; for, as clever as you are, every jail has its customs as well as its rules.”
“Which customs, if illegal, are abuses, and shall be swept out of it.”
“I'll promise you one thing—the justices shall sweep you out of the jail.”
“How can you promise that?”
“Because they only see with my eyes, and, hear with my ears; they would do a great deal more for me than kick out a refractory chaplain.”
Mr. Eden's eye flashed, he took out his note-book.
“Present Fry, Hodges, Evans. Mr. Hawes asserts that the visiting justices see only with his eyes and hear with his ears.”
Hawes laughed insolently, but a little uneasily.
“In spite of your statement that the magistrates are unworthy of their office, I venture to hope, for the credit of the county, there will not be found three magistrates to countenance your illegal cruelties. But should there be—”