"What else did you see?" asked Mr. Curtis Bennett.
"Well ... I saw 'im tumble down."
"How would you describe this gentleman—was he carrying anything, for instance?"
"No," replied the man, "but 'e 'ad 'arf a cigar."
"Funny that you should have observed half a cigar and not a large parcel!" remarked Mr. Bennett.
"Can you describe him further?"
"Well, 'e 'ad a coat on and 'e 'ad long 'air."
Mr. Bennett smiled. "The gentleman in question is in court now—you'd better look at him—I don't think we could accuse him of long hair—you may stand down."
As I returned home that evening I heard the newsboys shouting something almost unintelligible, and caught a momentary glimpse of a poster bearing the words "Victory for——" Having a distinct curiosity to see who the Derby winner might be, I bought a paper and saw the poster "Victory for 'Spy,'" "'Spy' and the Conductor," "Result," and so on, both of which amused me immensely, as I had not imagined for one moment that the case would be brought into such undue publicity.
For some time after the affair of the omnibus, I was a considerable sufferer from my arm, and was under a doctor, whose fees I could probably have demanded in compensation from the company. I did not wish, however, to pursue the matter further, since I had only brought the action in the interests of others besides myself. The appeal failed; and the conductor had to pay £5.