"Do what?" says the guv'nor, irritable like.
"Fourteen days," she wails. "It'll kill him."
"But the case doesn't come on till Wednesday," says the guv'nor. "How do you know it's going to be fourteen days?"
"Miss Bulstrode," she says, "she's seen the magistrate. He says he always gives fourteen days in cases of unprovoked assault."
"But it wasn't unprovoked," says the guv'nor. "The other man began it by knocking off his hat. It was self-defence."
"She put that to him," she says, "and he agreed that that would alter his view of the case. But, you see," she continues, "we can't find the other man. He isn't likely to come forward of his own accord."
"The girl must know," says the guv'nor—"this girl he picks up in St. James's Park, and goes dancing with. The man must have been some friend of hers."
"But we can't find her either," she says. "He doesn't even know her name—he can't remember it."
"You will do it, won't you?" she says.
"Do what?" says the guv'nor again.