may retire,' said he to his clerk, 'and carry the people with you,
Scrow; but wait in the lobby within call.'

The clerk would have offered some remonstrances to his patron on
the danger of remaining alone with such a desperate character,
although ironed beyond the possibility of active exertion, but
Glossin waved him off impatiently. When he had left the room the
Justice took two short turns through the apartment, then drew his
chair opposite to the prisoner, so as to confront him fully,
placed the pistols before him in readiness, and said in a steady
voice, 'You are Dirk Hatteraick of Flushing, are you not?'

The prisoner turned his eye instinctively to the door, as if he
apprehended some one was listening. Glossin rose, opened the door,
so that from the chair in which his prisoner sate he might satisfy
himself there was no eavesdropper within hearing, then shut it,
resumed his seat, and repeated his question, 'You are Dirk
Hatteraick, formerly of the Yungfrauw Haagenslaapen, are you not?'

'Tousand deyvils! and if you know that, why ask me?' said the
prisoner.

'Because I am surprised to see you in the very last place where
you ought to be, if you regard your safety,' observed Glossin,
coolly.

'Der deyvil! no man regards his own safety that speaks so to me!'

'What? unarmed, and in irons! well said, Captain!' replied
Glossin, ironically. 'But, Captain, bullying won't do; you'll