"Soft Head! Need you say it face to face ?" "Now, I ask you, you blundering booby," said my guardian, very sternly, "once more and for the last time, what the man you have brought here is prepared to swear ?" Mike looked hard at my guardian, as if he were trying to learn a lesson from his face, and slowly replied, "Ayther to character, or to having been in his company and never left him all the night in question." "Now, be careful.

In what station of life is this man ?" Mike looked at his cap, and looked at the floor, and looked at the ceiling, and looked at the clerk, and even looked at me, before beginning to reply in a nervous manner, "We've dressed him up like--" when my guardian blustered out,-- "What?
You WILL, will you ?" ("Spooney!" added the clerk again, with another stir.) After some helpless casting about, Mike brightened and began again:-- "He is dressed like a 'spectable pieman.

A sort of a pastry-cook." "Is he here ?" asked my guardian.
"I left him," said Mike, "a setting on some doorsteps round the corner." "Take him past that window, and let me see him." The window indicated was the office window.

We all three went to it, behind the wire blind, and presently saw the client go by in an accidental manner, with a murderous-looking tall individual, in a short suit of white linen and a paper cap.

This guileless confectioner was not by any means sober, and had a black eye in the green stage of recovery, which was painted over.
"Tell him to take his witness away directly," said my guardian to the clerk, in extreme disgust, "and ask him what he means by bringing such a fellow as that." My guardian then took me into his own room, and while he lunched, standing, from a sandwich-box and a pocket-flask of sherry (he seemed to bully his very sandwich as he ate it), informed me what arrangements he had made for me.