"You have no right to order such a thing to be done without magisterial authority." "Then we will assume the right, Mr Anson, as it is a question of our property being stolen by our black employes and finding a purchaser in one of our clerks.

Mr West, as the superintendent is keeping an eye upon Anson, I presume he is here ?" "I passed him at the door as I came in, sir," answered West.
"Have the goodness to call him in." Anson winced; but he faced the tall stern-looking officer of police as he entered and heard the reason for his being called in.
"Then you wish a search to be made, gentlemen ?" said the superintendent.
"Certainly." "Look here," cried Anson fiercely; "there's law for everybody.

I'm not your servant any longer, for I refuse to stay with such a pack of tyrannical dividend-making scoundrels." "That will do," growled the superintendent, in a low, deep voice.

"Keep a civil tongue in your head.

You'll do no good for yourself by this." "You mind your own business," cried Anson, turning upon the officer so fiercely that West wondered at the change in his fellow-clerk's manner.
"All right: I will," said the officer, seizing him sharply.
"Here, what are you going to do ?" cried Anson, in alarm.
"Search you, my lad," was the reply.
"Then I call everyone present to witness that this is illegal.