Pot. Very much so, especially on a Sunday morning.
Mr. H. Could you hear what he said?
Pot. I could and I did. I made notes of what he said.
Mr. H. Can you repeat anything he said?
Pot. I can. He urged the crowd to disembowel all the inhabitants of London. (Sensation.)
Mr. H. Can you remember the exact words he used?
Pot. I can. He said, “Those of this capital should have no bowels. You workers must see to having this done.”
J. N. Stop a little; it is important that I should get an accurate note of this (writing). Those who live in this metropolis must have their bowels drawn out—is that right?
Pot. This capital, he said, my lord.
J. N. (writing). This capital. Well, well, well! I cannot guess why the prisoner should be so infuriated against this metropolis. Go on, Mr. Hungary.