“You are not sure that this is not your brother, then, Mr. Pearson?”
“No, I am not sure.”
“Well, I will send for him and we perhaps may be able to find out by questioning him. Ring for Pat.”
Just then Pat, mumbling, “I will stroll around and see if the supperior officer has changed his mind about me being a gentleman,” appeared.
“Here is Pat, now.”
“Pat, bring in No. 78, at once.”
“Whenever the man says ‘Pat,’ I know that 78 is wanted. Well, if that don’t bate annything! I wonder now what he has done? I know that he has been good the last half-hour, for I have been watching him with my own very eyes, and devil take the one that has lied on him, now. Look at the poor fellow! He has the same feeling that I have. Every time he sees me coming he knows that he is wanted.
“Well, you are wanted at the office, and come along quick, and have it over with. I feel very queer—I feel like I have ate a fly for my breakfast. Only a different feeling comes on a fellow so quick when something is going to happen, and you don’t know what it is.
“Your honor, do you want him now? If so, here he is.”
“If I did not want him, Pat, I should not have sent for him. You may be seated over there.”