“Well, here is where I bring in the fellow with the black eye. I’ll just step to the door, by accident,” said Pat, outside.
“Pat, step in and show Mr. Pearson in.”
“I will, your honor.”
“Oh! you have him in there, have you, locked up?”
“I believe I mentioned the fact that I had him under lock and key.”
“My god, man, what have you done to this poor man?”
“Mr. Pearson, I am sorry to see this.”
Pat muttered in a low voice: “You would be doing a good turn if you would go to the poor wife and give some sympathy to those beautiful daughters. They have never stole annything and threatened to kill afterwards if the one they robbed hollered about it. I have given him a good bating, and I think it did him good, but I never want the ladies to come here again and do anny more crying. I had to drop a tear meself.”
“Officer, what does this mean? Did you allow that Irishman to beat this poor man like this before his family?”
“No, sir; his family were not here.”