POLICEMAN'S LOT
ELBOW: What is't your worship's pleasure I shall do with
this wicked caitiff?
ESCALUS: Truly, officer, because he hath some offences in
him that thou wouldst discover if thou couldst, let him
continue in his courses till thou know'st what they are.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE: Measure for Measure.
The distressful Mr. Kirk had in the meantime spent a strenuous evening. He was a slow-thinking man and a kindly one, and it was with reluctance and the expenditure of severe mental labour that he hammered out a procedure for himself in this unusual situation.
His sergeant having returned to drive him over to Broxford, he sank back in the passenger's seat, his hat pulled over his eyes and his thoughts revolving silently in this squirrel-cage of mystification. One thing he saw clear
