"Call the Writer."
The Writer entered the witness-box; inclined his head slightly to the Judge, smiled in the direction of the Lord Mayor, and was immediately bombarded explosively by Mr. Dreadful, K.C., whose pom-pom-like shells whistling overhead seemed totally unable to disturb the Writer's serene calm.
"Now, sir, are you not the author of the song, the ballad, the bosh, whatever you like to call it, that we have all been compelled to listen to in Court this afternoon?"
"Yes and No."
"Don't prevaricate, sir; which is it, yes or no?"
"Both."
"I warn you, sir, I warn you; what do you mean by both?"
"What I say."
"Then kindly say what you mean, sir; you must mean one or the other if you mean anything; you cannot mean both."
"I rearranged the song you refer to only from hearsay."