Tommy (struggles to escape).—I didn’t take it; I didn’t, I didn’t, let me go!
Dupewell (assists to remove Tommy’s hat and duster).—Now—(to Openface),—is this the culprit?
Openface.—It is; just as the rascal appeared when he committed the crime.
Dupewell.—I claim the reward.
Openface.—Come home with me. You shall dine with me; I will then reward you; you shall be my friend for life!
Policeman.—Bring the chair here.
Tilly.—Never mind sir; papa will order a coupé.
Policeman.—It is for this rogue. (Tommy is forced into
the chair, after which it is raised up by two pedestrians, a third using Tommy’s legs for shafts.)
Tommy.—Bad luck’s leanin’ on me heavy—at last I’ve found an openin’; but it’s the openin’ of the jail door. Ah! it’s all wrong, it’s all wrong.