To save your faces you will take good care that Lieutenant Butler is never found.

Indeed I doubt if he was ever really missing." Major Berkeley was quite uncompromising and downright.

I am afraid he had none of the graces that can exalt one of these affairs.
"Ye're just a very foolish liar, sir, and you deserve a good caning," was all he said, but the way in which he took his cane from under his arm was so suggestive of more to follow there and then that several of the company laid preventive hands upon him instantly.
The Patriarch's nephew, very white and very fierce to hear himself addressed in terms which--out of respect for his august and powerful uncle--had never been used to him before, demanded instant satisfaction.
He got it next morning in the shape of half-an-ounce of lead through his foolish brain, and a terrible uproar ensued.

To appease it a scapegoat was necessary.

As Samoval so truly said, the mob is a ferocious god to whom sacrifices must be made.