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"
What
do
you
know
about
it
?
"
inquired
the
King
.
"
I
’
m
a
lawyer
,
"
said
the
corkscrew
,
proudly
.
"
I
am
accustomed
to
appear
at
the
bar
.
"
"
But
you
’
re
crooked
,
"
retorted
the
King
,
"
and
that
debars
you
.
You
may
be
a
corking
good
lawyer
,
Mr
.
Popp
,
but
I
must
ask
you
to
withdraw
your
remarks
.
"
"
Very
well
,
"
said
the
corkscrew
,
sadly
;
"
I
see
I
haven
’
t
any
pull
at
this
court
.
"
"
Permit
me
,
"
continued
the
flatiron
,
"
to
press
my
suit
,
your
Majesty
.
I
do
not
wish
to
gloss
over
any
fault
the
prisoner
may
have
committed
,
if
such
a
fault
exists
;
but
we
owe
her
some
consideration
,
and
that
’
s
flat
!
"
"
I
’
d
like
to
hear
from
Prince
Karver
,
"
said
the
King
.
At
this
a
stately
carvingknife
stepped
forward
and
bowed
.
"
The
Captain
was
wrong
to
bring
this
girl
here
,
and
she
was
wrong
to
come
,
"
he
said
.
"
But
now
that
the
foolish
deed
is
done
let
us
all
prove
our
mettle
and
have
a
slashing
good
time
.
"
"
That
’
s
it
!
that
’
s
it
!
"
screamed
a
fat
choppingknife
.
"
We
’
ll
make
mincemeat
of
the
girl
and
hash
of
the
chicken
and
sausage
of
the
dog
!
"
