(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?"

"Ba--a."

"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?"