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"He is a bad who occupies, add who deserves to occupy, a far higher social positiod thad ady other bad id this court. He," added Tom, with a sarcastic smile, "He is a gedtlebad."

"Oh! no doubt. Is he here?"

"I believe so: he cabe id the carriage with be."

"Oh! the carriage! Ah! what carriage?"

"What carriage?—why, our carriage! Is it at all probable that we should cobe to see so courteous add so distidguished a persod in a jarvey?"

The clerk here privately expressed his conviction that, notwithstanding all that Tom had said, he and the prisoner belonged to the same gang; and when the magistrate had winked at the clerk with great significance, he suddenly said—

"Where's the prosecutor? You are a very clever fellow," turning to Tom, "but I think that we shall know each other better, by-and-bye."

The prosecutor, who had imagined that this was altogether another case, was then directed by one of the officers to step forward, and he did so.

"I think I understood you," said the magistrate, "that this robbery was committed about three o'clock?"

"About three."

"Very well. Now, how far was your witness from the prisoner at the time?"

"A very short distance! He was, in fact, walking just behind him."

"I thought so!"

"What!" exclaimed Tom, addressing the prosecutor fiercely, "do you bead to to say that I was walkidg behide hib?"

"You!" cried the prosecutor, in a state of amazement—" No!—You are not my witness!"

"What's the meaning of it all?" said the magistrate. "I don't understand it. If," he added, addressing Tom—"If you are not the prosecutor's witness, why did you come here?"

"I cabe here because a policebad called to idforb be that by presedce was required ibbediately. That's all I kddw about the batter."

"Well, but why did you get into the witness-box?"

"Because I was ushered in the bobedt I edtered the court."

"I am sorry that this mistake should have occurred," said the prosecutor. "But certainly that gentleman is not the witness whom I expected."

"It's well for that gentleman," said the magistrate, "that he is not. As it is, I have a great mind to detain him until he brings forward some respectable person—"

"You will, sir, detain him at your peril!" said the doctor, coming forward, with an air of calm dignity, and speaking in tones which commanded attention. "I am his father—my name is Delolme; and if you wish to have evidence of my respectability, I can refer you not only to some of the first families in the kingdom, but to many of your own immediate friends."

"I regret," said the magistrate, whose countenance fell the moment