"That Heinie and his boys have all committed perjury; charge them with it!" I turned to the police officer.
"I charge all those witnesses with perjury!" I said.
"Oh," he laughed, "you can't charge natives with that.

If the law against perjury was strictly enforced the jails wouldn't hold a fiftieth of them! They don't understand." "But that blackguard with a beard--that rascal Schillingschen understands!" said I.

"Arrest him! Charge him with it!" "That's for the court to do," he answered.

"I've no authority." The magistrate had gone.
"Who is the senior official in this town ?" I demanded.
"There he goes," he answered.

"That man in the white suit with the round white topee is the collector." So we three followed the collector to his office, arriving about two minutes after the man himself.