"But, mine Gott! is that justice?"
"Justice! pooh! it's the law of arrest," said the lawyer, turning on his heel.
Our merchant was liberated; no one appeared to prove the debt. He flew to a magistrate; he told his case; he implored justice against Captain Jones.
"Captain Jones!" said the magistrate, taking snuff; "Captain Gregory Jones, you mean!"
"Ay, mine goot Sare—yesh!"
"He set sail for Calcutta yesterday. He commands the Royal Sally. He must evidently have sworn this debt against you for the purpose of getting rid of your claim, and silencing your mouth till you could catch him no longer. He's a clever fellow is Gregory Jones!"
"De teufel! but, Sure, ish dere no remedy for de poor merchant?"
"Remedy! oh, yes—indictment for perjury."
"But vat use is dat? You say he be gone—ten thousand miles off—to Calcutta!"
"That's certainly against your indictment!"