"Lor', your honor, it's the lady as lives at the White House—the President's wife—they all call her Dolly, and she's a friend of mine."
"You should speak more respectfully of the first lady in the land, Bob," Tempest remarked warmly.
"Now, Bob, that is all, is it?"
"No, your honor."
"What other crime did you commit?"
"The man asked me what I was doing there, and I told him, and I said that the gun on the Lively Bee was better than any they'd got. Then he showed how ignorant he was, for he said as how the Lively Bee was English, or if not, then she was only a private craft. With that I hit him again with the lanyard—I'd been busy while I was a-talking, and had put a good knot in the end, and, oh, my, you should ha' seen him fall! He went kersplash through a window and smashed it all to pieces. Then a chap came out with a gun, and I asked him what the window would cost, for I'd pay for it. He put up his gun, and I said, 'Don't shoot, I'll pay for all the damage.' But some more came running up, and I was tied up with a rope, and brought here, and the chaps talked about treason and murder, though I didn't know what it meant. And that's all."
"Quite enough, too, Bob; I am afraid you are in Queer Street."
"Is that the name of this street, your honor?"
"Don't be a fool, Bob. You've killed a man——"