Part 3 (2/2)

_Pot_. Yes; at the premises of the Federationist League, 13 Farringdon Road.

_Mr. H_. Did you search for them there?

_Pot_. Yes.

_Mr. H_. Did you find them?

_Pot_. No; we found nothing but printing-stock and some very shabby furniture, and the office-boy, and three compositors.

_Mr. H_. Did you arrest them?

_Pot_. No; we thought it better not to do so.

_Mr. H_. Did they oppose your search?

_Pot_. No.

_Mr. H_. What did they do?

_Pot_. Well, they took grinders at me and said, ”Sold!”

_Mr. H_. Meaning, doubtless, that they had had an inkling of your search and had sold the arms?

_Pot_. So we gathered.

_J. N_. (_writing_). ”They did not find the arms because they had been sold.”

_Mr. H_. Well, Constable, that will do.

_J. N_. Prisoner, do you wish to ask the Constable any questions?

_J. F_. Well, I don't know. I strongly suspect that you have made up 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 was.h.i.+ng?

_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.

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