"What did you do?"
"Sirr, I inquired of the men in the room who was it had gone for to do this. Sirr, they said it was the prisoner."
Two witnesses are called. Both, certify, casting grieved and virtuous glances at the prisoner, that this outrage upon the property of His Majesty was the work of Private McNulty.
To the unsophisticated Bobby Little this charge appears rather a frivolous one. If you may not cut or slash a biscuit, what are you to do with it? Swallow it whole?
"Private McNulty?" queries the Captain.
Private McNulty, in a voice which is shrill with righteous indignation, gives the somewhat unexpected answer—
"Sirr, I plead guilty!"
"Guilty—eh? You did it, then?"
"Yes, sir."
"Why?"