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MEMOIRS OP JOSEFS GBJMAIJ)!. 97
Prussia (now bearing the sign of the Clown), opposite Sadler's
Wells theatre, for the purpose of having some lunch; and
thither they proceeded, and made themselves very merry with
the mortified looks of Old Lucas, mingling with their mirth some
dry and abstruse speculations upon the nature of the laws which
compelled a magistrate to accept the oath of a reputed perjurer,
and to convict upon it a person whom he conscientiously be-
lieved to be innocent of the offence laid to his charge.
While they were thus engaged, some person came running
into the room, and, looking hastily round, cried, " Joe! Joe!
here's Old Lucas again." The friends began to laugh, and
Grimaldi joined them, thinking that this was but a jest; but he
was greatly mistaken, for in less than a minute Lucas entered
" Why, Mister Constable!" exclaimed Dubois, rising angrily j
"how dare you come here ?"
"Because I have business," surlily replied Lucas. "Mr.
Grrimaldi has been very properly convicted of an offence at the
Police-office, and sentenced to pay a fine of five shillings, be-
sides one shilling more for Ms discharge: neither of these sums
lias he paid, so he is still my prisoner."
" Not paid ¥' exclaimed the accused. " Why, I paid the six
shillings before I left the office."
This statement was corroborated by the Mends, and the mute
but eloquent testimony of his purse, which contained precisely
iihat sum less than it had done an hour previously.
"It's no use," said Lucas, grinning: "pay the money, or
come on with me."
"I have already paid all that was required, and I will
neither give you another farthing, nor allow myself to be made
prisoner," was the reply.
" We'll see that," responded the constable, advancing.
"Take care," said Grimaldi, warningly; "venture to touch
me, and to the ground you go!"hilling for