"What's this? What's this? Clear out the whole damnable pig-hole! What d'ye mean, Jackson, by having such a sty as this in your district? Clean it out! Tear it down! It's like having seven bulls of Bashan in one stable. Never saw such a hog's mess in my life. Clear it out! Clear it out!"
The miserable Nathan wrung his hands, and hopped about like a hen.
"Oh, Doctor Christopher, I shall have it put in beautiful order—beautiful order. Everything shall be done in the besht style, I do assure you——"
"Best style, stuff and nonsense! Tear it down—gut it out—take it all away and bury it. I'll send men to-morrow morning!" cried the doctor, decidedly.
And Dr. Christopher departed at a dog-trot to investigate a misbehaving trap in a drain at Coltbridge.
The police inspector laughed.
"Are you still in a mind to prosecute young Kelly, Mr. Nathan?" he said.
"I shall be ruined!"