“This is my friend, Mr. Knox,” said Harley; “you may state your case before him without hesitation, unless———”
I rose to depart, but:
“Sit down, Mr. Knox! Sit down, sir!” shouted the Major. “I have no dirty linen to wash, no skeletons in the cupboard or piffle of that kind. I simply want something explained which I am too thick-headed—too damned thick-headed, sir—to explain myself.”
He resumed his seat, and taking out his wallet extracted from it a small newspaper cutting which he offered to Harley.
“Read that, Mr. Harley,” he directed. “Read it aloud.”
Harley read as follows:
“Before Mr. Smith, at Marlborough Street Police Court, John Edward Bampton was charged with assaulting a well-known clubman in Bond Street on Wednesday evening. It was proved by the constable who made the arrest that robbery had not been the motive of the assault, and Bampton confessed that he bore no grudge against the assailed man, indeed, that he had never seen him before. He pleaded intoxication, and the police surgeon testified that although not actually intoxicated, his breath had smelled strongly of liquor at the time of his arrest. Bampton's employers testified to a hitherto blameless character, and as the charge was not pressed the man was dismissed with a caution.”
Having read the paragraph, Harley glanced at the Major with a puzzled expression.
“The point of this quite escapes me,” he confessed.
“Is that so?” said Major Ragstaff. “Is that so, sir? Perhaps you will be good enough to read this.”