with--biz--biz--biz--otherwise known as Bluebeard Bill on the
night of the--biz--biz--biz--in the biz--biz--biz--of Mexico.
Therefore Her Majesty's--biz--biz--biz--"

At this moment I felt some one take hold of my arm from the back,
and turning round I found the Doctor had returned with one of the
men in white wigs.

"Stubbins, this is Mr. Percy Jenkyns," said the Doctor. "He is
Luke's lawyer. It is his business to get Luke off--if he can."

Mr. Jenkyns seemed to be an extremely young man with a round
smooth face like a boy. He shook hands with me and then
immediately turned and went on talking with the Doctor.

"Oh, I think it is a perfectly precious idea," he was saying. "Of
COURSE the dog must be admitted as a witness; he was the only one
who saw the thing take place. I'm awfully glad you came. I
wouldn't have missed this for anything. My hat! Won't it make
the old court sit up? They're always frightfully dull, these
Assizes. But this will stir things. A bulldog witness for the
defense! I do hope there are plenty of reporters present--Yes,
there's one making a sketch of the prisoner. I shall become known
after this--And won't Conkey be pleased? My hat!"

He put his hand over his mouth to smother a laugh and his eyes
fairly sparkled with mischief. "Who is Conkey?" I asked the
Doctor.

"Sh! He is speaking of the judge up there, the Honorable Eustace