"Foreigner?" he grunted; Jingalese names he could spell properly.
"Of foreign extraction," said the King, "my great-grandfather came over to this country and was naturalized."
"Oh, we don't want to hear about your great-grandfather!" said the sergeant, cutting him short.
At this moment one of the higher inspectors came into the room.
"Address—occupation?" went on his interlocutor, busy with his form.
The King named the dwelling from which he emanated.
"Come, come!" said the official voice, "no nonsense here! What address?"
The inspector was now looking at the prisoner. He touched the sergeant upon the shoulder, and made a gesture for the two constables to stand back.
"Will you please to come this way, sir?" he said, in a tone of very marked respect.
The King followed him to an inner room.