Mrs. Jebolinski rushed out after them, and, wildly gesticulating, shouted:
“Bring him back, bring him back, and I will dress him.”
The officers retraced their steps, but not back into the house. They took Albert to the wood-shed, and there he was dressed.
At the station he was invited down stairs and told that there were so many who wanted to see me that he would probably have a rest for a week. He was locked up, and during the first day he would neither eat nor drink. He was not coaxed, however, and the next morning he called the janitor, saying:
A HASTY TOILET.
“I am sick; will you give me a cup of coffee?”
The janitor replied that he would have to wait till nine o’clock, when the prisoners came down from court.
“Well,” said Albert, indignantly, “if I don’t get my coffee now, you can keep your breakfast.”