"Sure, Mr. Dodder, yer son ought to be locked up, so he ought," said the Irishman. "It's him as is wantin' to kill old Mammy Shrader."
"Why, what do you mean, sir?" demanded Mr. Dudder, in amazement.
"Sure an' wasn't it Carl as knocked the old lady down to-day and laid her on a sick bed, wid a doctor, an' me wife to nurse her till she gits betther? Sure it's a bastly shame, so it is, an' Carl will go to the lock-up onless ye pay all the bills."
"I do not understand you."
"Thin I'll be after explainin'," answered Samuel O'Brien, and gave his story in full, to which Mr. Dudder listened in a nervous fashion. Then Carl was called into the room.
"What do you mean by making trouble in this fashion?" demanded Mr.
Dudder wrathfully.
"I didn't make trouble," said Carl, sullenly.
"Sure an' he did that," said the Irishman.
"Mr. O'Brien says you knocked Mrs. Shrader down."
"I didn't."