J. F. H’m! So I should think. That’ll do, Mr. Potlegoff; I won’t muddle your “Rent-of-Ability” any more. Good bye.
[ Sergeant Sticktoit called.
Mr. H. Have you heard the prisoner speaking?
St. Yes.
Mr. H. Where?
St. At Beadon Road amongst other places: that’s where I took him.
Mr. H. What was he doing?
St. Standing on a stool, speaking
Mr. H. Yes; speaking: to how many people?
St. About a thousand.