"Silence, I say. Don't interfere, there's a good lad. Crisp, have you got it all down?"
"Yes, sir."
"Lock 'em up, then."
"At least we shall be together!" exclaimed the unfortunate mother, to whom the three little children clung with all the tenacity of sincere affection.
An hour elapsed, when another policeman entered, bringing in a man dressed as an ostler, and whose face was all covered with blood.
"Well—what now?"
"Fighting in the Blue Dragon: the landlord turned him out, and so I took him up."
"Put that down, Crisp. What's your name, my fine fellow?"
"John Snoggles."
"Put that down, Crisp. He's a nice bird, isn't he, Mr. Markham?" added the inspector.