'"Then take the consequences," says the other.

'With those words - I beg your kind attention here, gentlemen, for
it's worth your notice - the old gentleman wetted the forefinger of
his right hand in some of the liquor from the crucible that was
spilt on the floor, and drew a small triangle on Tom's forehead.
The room swam before his eyes, and he found himself in the watch-
house.'

'Found himself WHERE?' cried the vice, on behalf of the company
generally.

'In the watch-house,' said the chairman. 'It was late at night,
and he found himself in the very watch-house from which he had been
let out that morning.'

'Did he go home?' asked the vice.

'The watch-house people rather objected to that,' said the
chairman; 'so he stopped there that night, and went before the
magistrate in the morning. "Why, you're here again, are you?" says
the magistrate, adding insult to injury; "we'll trouble you for
five shillings more, if you can conveniently spare the money." Tom
told him he had been enchanted, but it was of no use. He told the
contractors the same, but they wouldn't believe him. It was very
hard upon him, gentlemen, as he often said, for was it likely he'd
go and invent such a tale? They shook their heads and told him
he'd say anything but his prayers - as indeed he would; there's no
doubt about that. It was the only imputation on his moral
character that ever I heard of.'