"Yes," he said, "that's it. I was introduced round, but I don't remember meeting you."
"Might have been the other driver, Jim?"
"Now I come to think of it, it was Jim."
"Jus' so. Well, there's copy for you in this case."
"So I imagined. It's your first political arrest, isn't it?"
"That's where the hitch comes in," said the man. "I don't know where to deliver the prisoner. When the court's made up its mind they'll let me know, and I'll drive on. Now in the Civil War we sent them politicals to Fort Wadsworth."
"So you have to wait till they decide?"
"You bet I have. And there ain't no superfluity of shade on the sunny side of this street neither," replied the driver, as he slipped off his coat and hung it with his cap on a peg beside the box seat of the Black Maria.
"Suppose you were to run into the court and see how they're getting on," suggested Banborough, slipping a coin into his hand. "I want a word with the police when they've finished. Mention the Daily Leader. I'll watch your horses."
"Oh, they'll stand quiet enough," said the man. Then, suspiciously, jerking his thumb over his shoulder towards Spotts, he asked: "Who's yer pal?"