"Hatton."
"What have you been doing there?"
"Studying."
"Never lived in S——?"
"No, sir; but—"
"Never mind your buts. Haven't you been employed in Charley Wing's laundry in S——?"
"Certainly not. I am a student, and—"
"This isn't your picture, then?" said the United States commissioner, at the same time holding out an enlarged photograph of a scene in a Chinese laundry.
Jo took it, and to his amazement recognized himself, prominently in the foreground, and engaged in ironing as though that were his trade.
"Yes, sir," he answered. "This seems to be a picture of me; but—"