(continued from part 2)


"Keep your eye on her. Take care she don't make away with anything -- and send for Mrs. Green."

The accused sits in a corner of the dock, quite composed, with her arms under her dirty shawl, and says nothing. The Inspector folds a charge-sheet, and dips his pen in the ink.

"Now sir, your name, if you please?"


"That can't be your name, sir. What name does he say, Constable?"

The second Constable "seriously inclines his ear," the gent being a short man, and the second constable a tall one. "He says his name's Bat, sir." (Getting at it after a good deal of trouble.)

"Where do you live, Mr. Bat?"