“I'm charged with stealing a horse.”
“Smart boy!” said the tramp admiringly. “I didn't think you was up to hoss-stealin'.”
“I am not. The charge is false.”
“That's right! Stick to it! Deny everything. That's what I do.” Half an hour later the outer door was opened and the constable reappeared, followed by a young man of about thirty.
“This is Mr. Barry, the lawyer,” he said. “Mr. Barry, here is the key. You can keep it and let yourself out if you will be responsible for the safe custody of the prisoner.”
“Yes, Mr. Stokes, I will give you my word that he shall not escape. Which is my client?”
“You don't look like a criminal, certainly,” said the lawyer, with a rapid survey of his new client.
“I hope not.”
“But one can't go by appearances wholly. As your lawyer, for I will undertake your case, I must ask you to trust me entirely, and give me your full confidence.
“First, let me ask your name.”