"Boise Demon and Sidney Wyeth!" called the clerk with his eyes on the docket.
The pair now stood facing the court.
"Your Honor," began the officer, who had Wyeth in charge the night before, preferring the charge, "we found these fellows at two o'clock this morning, going in the direction of Warren street. And since, as you know, we have orders to intercept all people whose appearance is suspicious, and since they failed to give an account of themselves that was satisfactory, we considered it expedient to place them under arrest."
The recorder nodded his acquiescence.
"Your name?" he inquired of the chauffeur.
"Boise Demon."
"And yours?" of Wyeth.
"What's your occupation, Demon?"
"I'm a chauffeur 'n' wo'ks fo' Mr. Baron Ciders. You know him. 'Es mah boss. 'Es got a office in the—"
"Why weren't you at home in bed ten hours before you were charged with being on the street?" he demanded.