Mr. H. Well, Constable, that will do.
J. N. Prisoner, do you wish to ask the Constable any questions?
J. F. Well, I don’t know. I strongly suspect that you have made up your mind which way the jury shall make up their minds, so it isn’t much use. However, I will ask him three questions. Constable Potlegoff, at how many do you estimate the dense crowd at Beadon Road, when I obstructed?
Pot. Upwards of a thousand.
J. F. H’m; a good meeting! How many were present at that meeting of the Socialist League where we were plotting to make the Queen take in washing?
Pot. Upwards of two hundred.
J. F. Lastly, when I told you in the public-house that we were two millions strong, were you drunk or sober?
Pot. Sober.
J. F. H’m! It’s a matter of opinion perhaps as to when a man is drunk. Was I sober?
Pot. No; drunk.