“What! Housebreaking! Boys with a baby! House-breakers don’t generally go about with babies in their arms! Explain the thing.”
The policeman said he had received information that unlawful possession had been taken of a building commonly known as The Haunted House, which had been in Chancery for no one could tell how many years. He had gone to see, and had found the accused in possession of the best bedroom—fast asleep, surrounded by indications that they had made themselves at home there for some time. He had brought them along.
The magistrate turned his eyes on Clare.
“You hear what the policeman says?” he said.
“Yes, sir,” answered Clare.
“Well?”
“Sir?”
“What have you to say to it?”
“Nothing, sir.”
“Then you allow it is true?”