"What was the name of the boat?" asked the constable.

"The Hoppergrass."

"The--what's-that-you-say?"

"Hoppergrass."

"I never heard of no such boat."

Mr. Daddles was silent.

"Where's the boat, now?"

"I don't know,--she sailed away."

The constable laughed.

"You needn't think you can play it over me, with any such story as
that, young feller."

Justin had now returned from down stairs, and the constable
ordered him and another man to conduct us all below.

"Put 'em in number four an' five."

"Number four an' five it is!"

So we descended the stairs. Below, there was a brick-lined
corridor, with three cells on each side. At the end a kerosene