your mind which way the jury shall make up their minds, so it isn't much
use. However, I will ask him three questions. Constable Potlegoff, at
how many do you estimate the dense crowd at Beadon Road, when I
obstructed?

_Pot_. Upwards of a thousand.

_J. F_. H'm; a good meeting! How many were present at that meeting of
the Socialist League where we were plotting to make the Queen take in
washing?

_Pot_. Upwards of two hundred.

_J. F_. Lastly, when I told you in the public-house that we were two
millions strong, were you drunk or sober?

_Pot_. Sober.

_J. F_. H'm! It's a matter of opinion perhaps as to when a man _is_
drunk. Was I sober?

_Pot_. No; drunk.

_J. F_. H'm! So I should think. That'll do, Mr. Potlegoff; I won't
muddle your "Rent-of-Ability" any more. Good bye.

[SERGEANT STICKTOIT _called_.

_Mr. H_. Have you heard the prisoner speaking?