“Your honor, there’s a thief in this house.”
“A thief?”
“Yes, sir. And he’s got them twelve-thousand-dollar di’monds on him.”
By gracious, but it made a stir! Everybody went shouting:
“Which is him? which is him? p’int him out!”
And the judge says:
“Point him out, my lad. Sheriff, you will arrest him. Which one is it?”
Tom says:
“This late dead man here—Jubiter Dunlap.”
Then there was another thundering let-go of astonishment and excitement; but Jubiter, which was astonished enough before, was just fairly putrified with astonishment this time. And he spoke up, about half crying, and says: