"What a time he takes!" I heard a fat woman in front of me
whispering. "He's only pretending. Of course he can't do it!
Who ever heard of talking to a dog? He must think we're
children."

"Haven't you finished yet?" the judge asked the Doctor. "It
shouldn't take that long just to ask what I had for supper."

"Oh no, Your Honor," said the Doctor. "The dog told me that long
ago. But then he went on to tell me what you did after supper."

"Never mind that," said the judge. "Tell me what answer he gave
you to my question."

"He says you had a mutton-chop, two baked potatoes, a pickled
walnut and a glass of ale."

The Honorable Eustace Beauchamp Conckley went white to the lips.

"Sounds like witchcraft," he muttered. "I never dreamed--"

"And after your supper," the Doctor went on, "he says you went to
see a prize-fight and then sat up playing cards for money till
twelve o'clock and came home singing, 'We wont get--' "

"That will do," the judge interrupted, "I am satisfied you can do
as you say. The prisoner's dog shall be admitted as a witness."

"I protest, I object!" screamed the Prosecutor. "Your Honor,
this is--"