The judge will give you the worst of it.
He rung the door bell and the girl that opened the door she looked kind o' surprised when she seen me, and in we went.
"Tell Professor Booth that Doctor Wilkins wants to see him again," says the man a-holt o' me, not letting loose none.

And we says nothing further till the perfessor comes, which he does, slow and absent-minded.
When he seen me he took off his glasses so's he could see me better, and he says: "What is that you have there, Doctor Wilkins ?" "A guest for you," says Doctor Wilkins, grinning all over hisself.

"I found him leaving your house.

And you being under quarantine, and me being secretary to the board of health, and the city pest-house being crowded too full already, I'll have to ask you to keep him here till we get Miss Margery onto her feet again," he says.

Or they was words to that effect, as the lawyers asts you.
"Dear me," says Perfesser Booth, kind o' helpless like.