Punch, Or The London Charivari, Volume 102, Jan. 2, 1892 by Various
page 40 of 42 (95%)
page 40 of 42 (95%)
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[_A Witness is called--he hides his face under a cloak._
_First Leader_ (_in examination-in-chief_). I think you wish to preserve your incognito? _Wit._ (_in sepulchral tones_). I do. But if his Lordship desires it, I will write my name on a piece of paper and pass it up. _Judge_. Well, certainly, I think I ought to know everything, and-- (_Receives piece of paper disclosing the information, and starts back in his chair astonished_). Dear me! Good gracious! Dear me! _First Lead._ I think I should mention that I have not the faintest idea who this witness is, and only call him, acting under instructions. (_To Witness._) Do you know anything about the matter in dispute? _Witness_ (_with a sepulchral laugh_). Ha! ha! ha! Nothing. Your question is indeed a good joke. Nothing, I repeat, absolutely nothing! _First Lead._ (_annoyed_). Then you can sit down. _Second Lead._ (_sharply_). Pardon me--not quite so fast! You say you know nothing about the matter in dispute, and yet you come here! _Witness_ (_in a deeper voice than ever_). Exactly. _Second Lead._ But why, my dear Sir--Why? What is the point of it? Who may you be? |
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