“You searched him, of course, and what did you find?”
“These here.”
He holds up a letter with a curl dangling from its broken end.
The benchers laugh.
“Nothing else? No watch?”
“No. I expect he throwed that into a sewer. They mostly do when we git after ’em.”
“Did he escape from you?”
“He tried to. I had to both club and shoot to git him. He’s strong.”
“You were obliged to call for assistance?”
“Yes.”