Vot am I to do vith these young imps, eh ?" "What you generally do with your prisoners, Mr.Sharples," replied Quilt; "lock 'em up." "That's easily said.

But, suppose I've no place to lock 'em up in, how then ?" Quilt looked a little perplexed.

He passed his arm under that of the constable, and drew him aside.
"Vell, vell," growled Sharples, after he had listened to the other's remonstrances, "it shall be done.

But it's confounded inconvenient.

One don't often get sich a vindfal as the Markis----" "Or such a customer as Mr.Wild," edged in Quilt.
"Now, then, Saint Giles!" interposed Sheppard, "are we to be kept here all night ?" "Eh day!" exclaimed Sharples: "wot new-fledged bantam's this ?" "One that wants to go to roost," replied Sheppard.