EPILOGUE OF THE PRESSMAN
The Thief, the Quack, the Murderer and the Traitor, had made their confessions of crime to Mr. Pinion of the Comet somewhat more briefly and personally than the same tales have been recorded here. Nevertheless, they took a tolerably long time from start to finish, and throughout the whole of that time Mr. Pinion had preserved an air of polite attention and had not interrupted by so much as a word.
When they were over, he coughed slightly and said: “Well, gentlemen, I’m sure I’ve been very much interested in your remarkable narratives. But I suppose most of us get misrepresented a bit from time to time. I hope you’ll do me the honour, gentlemen, of allowing that I haven’t pumped you, or prompted you, or stuck my oar in anyway, but have enjoyed your hospitality wit
