“Yes, I see,” said the constable. “Come along.”
“Wait till he pays my wages,” hiccupped Isaac.
“You can talk about that another time,” said the constable importantly. “Come along.”
He seized the footman, gave him a shake which wrenched his fingers from their hold upon the bottom of the balusters, and with another shake jerked him upon his feet.
But Isaac was not going to be dragged off like that without making a scene, and he shouted out:
“Stop!”
“Well, what is it?” said the constable.
“Does he give me into custody, cons’ble?”
“Yes. Come along.”
“Then I give him into custody—do you hear?—custody—for murder. I won’t go alone.”