“I never said anything of the sort.”
“My lord, I must ask your lordship to commit this man for perjury. He’s telling crackers.”
“I think he said he saw the murdered man pulled out of the sack,” said the judge.
“That’s what I said. How came you to say you didn’t, eh, sir? Didn’t I tell you to be careful or you’d get your hair combed a way you don’t fancy? Now, what I want to know is, what’s the width of the door of the cellar?”
“Look here,” said the witness, “if you want to make an ass of yourself you’d better shut up. What’s that got to do with it?”
“It’s quite a proper question,” said the judge.
“There you are!” said Arthur, delighted. “I’m obliged to your lordship for your lordship’s remarks. Now, Sir William Thingamy, what do you mean, sir, by refusing to answer the question? I’ve a good mind to ask his lordship to send you to penal servitude. Now, what about the door?”
“I don’t know anything about it, and I don’t care.”
“Ha! ha! You’ll have to care, my boy. Could two chaps go through it together?”
“Come and try,” said the baronet, snorting with wrath.