"Give us a room, Brophy!" he said, "a big wan for th' bunch av us--an'
lave a shake-down on th' flure for this feller!"

Preceded by the landlord the trio departed upstairs, escorting their
prisoner. Alone in the room they discussed matters in lowered tones;
Slavin and Yorke not forgetting to compliment Redmond on his presence of
mind--or, as the sergeant put it: "Divartin' his attenshun."

The big Irishman scratched his chin thoughtfully. "I must go wire th'
O.C. report av all this. Sind Gully comes back on th' same thrain wid
Inspector Kilbride to-morrow. Thin we can go ahead--wid two J.P.s tu
handle things. Yuh take charge av Mr. Man, Ridmond! Me an' Yorke will
go an' eat now, an' relieve yuh later."




CHAPTER VIII

"The Court is prepared, the Lawyers are met,
The Judges all ranged, a terrible show!"
As Captain Macheath says,--and when one's arraigned,
The sight's as unpleasant a one as I know.
THE INGOLDSBY LEGENDS.


"Orrrdher in Coort!" rang out Sergeant Slavin's abrupt command. It was
about ten o'clock the following morning. The hotel parlour had been
hastily transformed into a temporary court-room. A large square table
had been drawn to one end of the room and two easy chairs placed