The fender was brought out in front of the chest of drawers for a witness-box; while Rix minimus, who officiated as jury, sat on a footstool on the table.
As for the prisoner, a dock was provided for him in the form of a wash- stand, out of which the basin had been removed to make room for his uneasy person in the vacant hole.
"Now, you chaps," said Percy, who had naturally appointed himself, in addition to his other offices, "usher of the court", "no larks.

Shut up.

This is a big job.

This young cad cheated at Elections." Here the door opened, and Dangle looked in.
"What on earth is all this row ?" he said.
"A trial.

I say, Dangle, will you be judge?
It's a Classic kid that cheated at Elections." "No, really, I didn't," said Fisher, painfully aware that so far, the trial was going against him.
Dangle, who fancied something might come of this, was condescending enough to say he didn't mind playing at judge, if they liked.