Tempest didn't know anything about it, and--" "You see," said Langrish, taking up the parable, "we meant to keep it dark, and only the Philosophers were in it; he had on Sarah's hat and boots, and a top-coat we found somewhere about.

He'd have never gone off of himself, and he wouldn't have done any harm on the Fifth, when we should have hung and blown him up in the open.

Tempest--" "Tempest," broke in Dicky Brown, putting in his oar, "isn't the kind of chap to do a thing like that on purpose; and it must have been Mr Jarman blew him up by mistake, with one of his matches or the end of a cigar or something--" "It was a mulish thing of Sarah to stick him there," said Trimble, "but he knows no better, and thought it was all right.

So did we, and Pridgin says it was quite an accident, sir, and--" "And if any one's to get in a row," said I, "we'd better, because he was our guy, and the mistake we made was letting his touch-paper tongue hang out so far.

He'd have never blown up if it hadn't been for that." Here there was a general pause for breath, and the magistrate, who evidently had a sense of humour, said,-- "And pray who is Sarah, my man ?" "That's what they call me when they're fooling; it's not my real name, really, sir.