“Now, sir, what have you got to say for yourself?”
The question roused him. It was intended for him, and he awoke to the consciousness that, after all, he had some interest in what was going on.
He raised his head and said,—
“I’m not guilty.”
“You reserve your defence, then?”
“Tell him yes,” said the policeman.
“Yes, sir.”
“Very well, then. I shall remand you for three days. Bring him up again on Friday.”
And the magistrate took up his newspaper, the clerk at the table laying down his pen; the bustle and shuffling of feet filled the room, and in another moment Reginald was down the staircase, and the voice he had heard before called,—
“Remand three days. Now then, Grinder, up you go—”