The phrase "Yer Honor" produced its customary gracious effect.
"Do you spell O'Dougherty with a 'k,'?" asked the coroner.
"Hang me if I knows!" said the O'Dougherty. "I niver spilt it. Spill it to suit yezself, yer Honor."
"Spell it in the usual way, with a 'k'" said the coroner, turning to the reporters.
"Your residence, Mr. O'Dougherty?"
"Me what?"
"Your residence. Where do you live?"
"Oh! it's fare I live yer want to know. In Mulberry street, near Baxter."
"You belong to the perlice, I believe?" asked the coroner.
"It's quare ye should ax me that!" replied the O'Dougherty, with an enormous smile.