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This
was
a
joke
;
so
Jinks
,
Grummer
,
Dubbley
,
all
the
specials
,
and
Muzzle
,
went
into
fits
of
laughter
of
five
minutes
’
duration
.
‘
Put
down
his
name
,
Mr
.
Jinks
,
’
said
the
magistrate
.
‘
Two
L
’
s
,
old
feller
,
’
said
Sam
.
Here
an
unfortunate
special
laughed
again
,
whereupon
the
magistrate
threatened
to
commit
him
instantly
.
It
is
a
dangerous
thing
to
laugh
at
the
wrong
man
,
in
these
cases
.
‘
Where
do
you
live
?
’
said
the
magistrate
.
‘
Vere
ever
I
can
,
’
replied
Sam
.
‘
Put
down
that
,
Mr
.
Jinks
,
’
said
the
magistrate
,
who
was
fast
rising
into
a
rage
.
‘
Score
it
under
,
’
said
Sam
.
‘
He
is
a
vagabond
,
Mr
.
Jinks
,
’
said
the
magistrate
.
‘
He
is
a
vagabond
on
his
own
statement
—
is
he
not
,
Mr
.
Jinks
?
’
‘
Certainly
,
Sir
.
’
