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'
That
's
what
it
is
,
sir
,
'
replied
the
constable
,
coughing
with
great
violence
;
for
he
had
finished
his
ale
in
a
hurry
,
and
some
of
it
had
gone
the
wrong
way
.
'
Here
's
the
house
broken
into
,
'
said
the
doctor
,
'
and
a
couple
of
men
catch
one
moment
's
glimpse
of
a
boy
,
in
the
midst
of
gunpowder
smoke
,
and
in
all
the
distraction
of
alarm
and
darkness
Here
's
a
boy
comes
to
that
very
same
house
,
next
morning
,
and
because
he
happens
to
have
his
arm
tied
up
,
these
men
lay
violent
hands
upon
him
--
by
doing
which
,
they
place
his
life
in
great
danger
--
and
swear
he
is
the
thief
.
Now
,
the
question
is
,
whether
these
men
are
justified
by
the
fact
;
if
not
,
in
what
situation
do
they
place
themselves
?
'
The
constable
nodded
profoundly
.
He
said
,
if
that
was
n't
law
,
he
would
be
glad
to
know
what
was
.
'
I
ask
you
again
,
'
thundered
the
doctor
,
'
are
you
,
on
your
solemn
oaths
,
able
to
identify
that
boy
?
'
Brittles
looked
doubtfully
at
Mr.
Giles
;
Mr.
Giles
looked
doubtfully
at
Brittles
;
the
constable
put
his
hand
behind
his
ear
,
to
catch
the
reply
;
the
two
women
and
the
tinker
leaned
forward
to
listen
;
the
doctor
glanced
keenly
round
;
when
a
ring
was
heard
at
the
gate
,
and
at
the
same
moment
,
the
sound
of
wheels
.
'
It
's
the
runners
!
'
cried
Brittles
,
to
all
appearance
much
relieved
.
'
The
what
?
'
exclaimed
the
doctor
,
aghast
in
his
turn
.
'
The
Bow
Street
officers
,
sir
,
'
replied
Brittles
,
taking
up
a
candle
;
'
me
and
Mr.
Giles
sent
for
'em
this
morning
.
'
'
What
?
'
cried
the
doctor
.
