"My name is Lynch."
"Full name, if you please."
"Samuel Lynch."
"Alias Leonidas Lynchpinne," I added; "the name he called himself by when I first saw him."
"Your business, if you please?" continued the official, as he wrote down the name.
"I have no regular business at the present time."
"That's so!" exclaimed Farringford. "His business is very irregular. In other words, he is a blackleg, at Forstellar's or on the river."
"No matter what he is; you can't knock him down and rob him in the streets of St. Louis," said the sergeant. "Have you either the pocket-book or the purse, Farringford?"
"I have the pocket-book," replied my father, producing it.