"A very good name for the Newgate Calendar," said Mr. Nupkins.
This was a joke; so Jinks, Grummer, Dubbley, all the specials, and Muzzle, went into fits of laughter of five minutes' duration.
"Put down his name, Mr. Jinks," said the magistrate.
"Two L's, old feller," said Sam.
Here an unfortunate special laughed again, whereupon the magistrate threatened to commit him, instantly. It is a dangerous thing to laugh at the wrong man, in these cases.
"Where do you live?" said the magistrate.
"Vare-ever I can," replied Sam.
"Put down that, Mr. Jinks," said the magistrate, who was fast rising into a rage.
"Score it under," said Sam.
"He is a vagabond, Mr. Jinks," said the magistrate. "He is a vagabond on his own statement; is he not, Mr. Jinks?"
"Certainly, sir."
"Then I'll commit him. I'll commit him as such," said Mr. Nupkins.
"This is a wery impartial country for justice," said Sam. "There ain't a magistrate goin' as don't commit himself, twice as often as he commits other people."
At this sally another special laughed, and then tried to look so supernaturally solemn, that the magistrate detected him immediately.
"Grummer," said Mr. Nupkins, reddening with passion, "how dare you select such an inefficient and disreputable person for a special constable, as that man? How dare you do it, sir?"
"I am very sorry, your wash-up," stammered Grummer.
"Very sorry!" said the furious magistrate. "You shall repent of this neglect of duty, Mr. Grummer; you shall be made an example of. Take that fellow's staff away. He's drunk. You're drunk, fellow."
"I am not drunk, your worship," said the man.
