‘Oh!’
‘Found by the A.P.M. (Assistant Provost-Marshal) singing “Home, Sweet Home,” on the top of a lamp-post.’
‘Then he is hopeless?’
‘Absolutely, sir.’
‘Ginger, you are a bad lad,’ commented the president. ‘Have you anything to say?’
‘Yes, sir,’ shouted Ginger, seizing a mop out of the escort’s hand and charging full tilt at the president. He caught Nobby in the chest and heaved him over in excellent style. But the valiant president arose and shouted, ‘Duck him! Duck him!’
Ginger was seized and promptly heaved into the company bathroom. ‘You are a lot of blighters,’ said he on emerging. However, Ginger was a sport, and took it merrily. When he returned to the courtroom he promptly changed the rôle of prisoner for that of prosecutor.
III.
‘Next prisoner,’ ordered the president, after shaking himself and wiping the traces of the mop off his face.