Hum, hum! What saith the record?
Charged that said prisoner did kill--hum, hum! Taken of said John Law six sovereigns, three shillings and sixpence.

Item, one snuff-box, gilt.

Hour of admission, five o'clock of the afternoon.

We shall see, we shall see." "Sir," said the jailer, approaching the prisoner and his brother, who both remained in the detention room, "a lad hath arrived bearing a parcel for John Law, Esquire.

'Tis not within possibility that you have these goods, but we would know what disposition we shall make of them." "By my faith!" cried Law, "I had entirely forgot my haberdasher." The jailer stood on one foot and gave a cough, unnecessarily loud but sufficiently significant.