Maud.  Yes; but I mean, my father saw red, and the constable saw red, and the stick flew up between them and hit him in the eye.

Chantrey.  And then he saw black?

Mayor. [With corrective severity] But did ’e ’it ’im with the stick?

Maud.  No—­no.  I don’t think he did.

Mayor.  Then who supplied the—­er—­momentum?

Maud.  I think there was a struggle for the cane, and it flew up.

Mayor.  Hand up the cane.

The sergeant hands up the cane.  The Mayor and Chantrey examine it. 
Mayor.  Which end—­do you suggest—­inflicted this injury?

Maud.  Oh! the knob end, sir.

Mayor.  What do you say to that, constable?

Moon. [Stepping the mechanical two paces] I don’t deny there was a struggle, Your Worship, but it’s my impression I was ’it.

Chantrey.  Of course you were bit; we can see that.  But with the cane or with the fist?

Moon. [A little flurried] I—­I—­with the fist, sir.

Mayor.  Be careful.  Will you swear to that?

Moon. [With that sudden uncertainty which comes over the most honest in such circumstances] Not—­not so to speak in black and white, Your Worship; but that was my idea at the time.

Mayor.  You won’t swear to it?

Moon.  I’ll swear he called me an idiot and a lout; the words made a deep impression on me.

Chantrey. [To himself] Mort aux vaches!

Mayor.  Eh?  That’ll do, constable; stand back.  Now, who else saw the struggle?  Mrs Builder.  You’re not obliged to say anything unless you like.  That’s your privilege as his wife.

     While he is speaking the door has been opened, and Harris has gone
     swiftly to it, spoken to someone and returned.  He leans forward to
     the Mayor.

Eh?  Wait a minute.  Mrs Builder, do you wish to give evidence?

Mrs builder. [Rising] No, Mr Mayor.

     Mrs builder Sits.

Mayor.  Very good. [To Harris] Now then, what is it?

Harris says something in a low and concerned voice.  The mayor’s face lengthens.  He leans to his right and consults Chantrey, who gives a faint and deprecating shrug.  A moment’s silence.

Mayor.  This is an open Court.  The Press have the right to attend if they wish.

Harris goes to the door and admits a young man in glasses, of a pleasant appearance, and indicates to him a chair at the back.  At this untimely happening BUILDER’s eyes have moved from side to side, but now he regains his intent and bull-like stare at his fellow-justices.

Mayor. [To Maud] You can sit down, Miss Builder.