MRS.JONES.No, your Worship.And, of course, to what my husband says, your Worship, I can't speak of my own knowledge.Of course, Iknow that he came home very late on the Monday night.It was past one o'clock when he came in, and he was not himself at all.
MAGISTRATE.Had he been drinking?
MRS.JONES.Yes, your Worship.
MAGISTRATE.And was he drunk?
MRS.JONES.Yes, your Worship, he was almost quite drunk.
MAGISTRATE.And did he say anything to you?
MRS.JONES.No, your Worship, only to call me names.And of course in the morning when I got up and went to work he was asleep.And Idon't know anything more about it until I came home again.Except that Mr.BARTHWICK--that 's my employer, your Worship--told me the box was missing.
MAGISTRATE.Yes, yes.
MRS.JONES.But of course when I was shaking out my husband's coat the cigarette-box fell out and all the cigarettes were scattered on the bed.
MAGISTRATE.You say all the cigarettes were scattered on the bed?
[To SNOW.] Did you see the cigarettes scattered on the bed?
SNOW.No, your Worship, I did not.
MAGISTRATE.You see he says he did n't see them.
JONES.Well, they were there for all that.
SNOW.I can't say, your Worship, that I had the opportunity of going round the room; I had all my work cut out with the male prisoner.
MAGISTRATE.[To MRS.JONES.] Well, what more have you to say?
MRS.JONES.Of course when I saw the box, your Worship, I was dreadfully upset, and I could n't think why he had done such a thing; when the officer came we were having words about it, because it is ruin to me, your Worship, in my profession, and I have three little children dependent on me.
MAGISTRATE.[Protruding his neck].Yes--yes--but what did he say to you?
MRS.JONES.I asked him whatever came over him to do such a thing-and he said it was the drink.He said he had had too much to drink, and something came over him.And of course, your Worship, he had had very little to eat all day, and the drink does go to the head when you have not had enough to eat.Your Worship may not know, but it is the truth.And I would like to say that all through his married life, I have never known him to do such a thing before, though we have passed through great hardships and [speaking with soft emphasis] I am quite sure he would not have done it if he had been himself at the time.
MAGISTRATE.Yes, yes.But don't you know that that is no excuse?
MRS.JONES.Yes, your Worship.I know that it is no excuse.
[The MAGISTRATE leans over and parleys with his CLERK.]
JACK.[Leaning over from his seat behind.] I say, Dad----BARTHWICK.Tsst! [Sheltering his mouth he speaks to ROPER.]
Roper, you had better get up now and say that considering the circumstances and the poverty of the prisoners, we have no wish to proceed any further, and if the magistrate would deal with the case as one of disorder only on the part of----BALD CONSTABLE.HSSShh!
[ROPER shakes his head.]
MAGISTRATE.Now, supposing what you say and what your husband says is true, what I have to consider is--how did he obtain access to this house, and were you in any way a party to his obtaining access?
You are the charwoman employed at the house?
MRS.JONES.Yes, your Worship, and of course if I had let him into the house it would have been very wrong of me; and I have never done such a thing in any of the houses where I have been employed.
MAGISTRATE.Well--so you say.Now let us hear what story the male prisoner makes of it.
JONES.[Who leans with his arms on the dock behind, speaks in a slow, sullen voice.] Wot I say is wot my wife says.I 've never been 'ad up in a police court before, an' I can prove I took it when in liquor.I told her, and she can tell you the same, that I was goin' to throw the thing into the water sooner then 'ave it on my mind.
MAGISTRATE.But how did you get into the HOUSE?
JONES.I was passin'.I was goin' 'ome from the "Goat and Bells."MAGISTRATE.The "Goat and Bells,"--what is that? A public-house?
JONES.Yes, at the corner.It was Bank 'oliday, an' I'd 'ad a drop to drink.I see this young Mr.BARTHWICK tryin' to find the keyhole on the wrong side of the door.
MAGISTRATE.Well?
JONES.[Slowly and with many pauses.] Well---I 'elped 'im to find it--drunk as a lord 'e was.He goes on, an' comes back again, and says, I 've got nothin' for you, 'e says, but come in an' 'ave a drink.So I went in just as you might 'ave done yourself.We 'ad a drink o' whisky just as you might have 'ad, 'nd young Mr.BARTHWICKsays to me, "Take a drink 'nd a smoke.Take anything you like, 'e says." And then he went to sleep on the sofa.I 'ad some more whisky--an' I 'ad a smoke--and I 'ad some more whisky--an' I carn't tell yer what 'appened after that.
MAGISTRATE.Do you mean to say that you were so drunk that you can remember nothing?
JACK.[Softly to his father.] I say, that's exactly what----BARTHWICK.TSSh!
JONES.That's what I do mean.
MAGISTRATE.And yet you say you stole the box?
JONES.I never stole the box.I took it.
MAGISTRATE.[Hissing with protruded neck.] You did not steal it--you took it.Did it belong to you--what is that but stealing?
JONES.I took it.
MAGISTRATE.You took it--you took it away from their house and you took it to your house----JONES.[Sullenly breaking in.] I ain't got a house.
MAGISTRATE.Very well, let us hear what this young man Mr.--Mr.
BARTHWICK has to say to your story.
[SNOW leaves the witness-box.The BALD CONSTABLE beckons JACK, who, clutching his hat, goes into the witness-box.ROPER moves to the table set apart for his profession.]
SWEARING CLERK.The evidence you give to the court shall be the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God.
Kiss the book.
[The book is kissed.]
ROPER.[Examining.] What is your name?
JACK.[In a low voice.] John BARTHWICK, Junior.
[The CLERK writes it down.]
ROPER.Where do you live?
JACK.At 6, Rockingham Gate.
[All his answers are recorded by the Clerk.]
ROPER.You are the son of the owner?
JACK.[In a very low voice.] Yes.
ROPER.Speak up, please.Do you know the prisoners?
JACK.[Looking at the JONESES, in a low voice.] I 've seen Mrs.
