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The man eyed his visitors with a look of apprehension and annoyance, but finally assented with a nod of his head and led the way into a small and meagerly furnished living room. "I see that you have a radio set here," remarked Mr. Brandon, seating himself and looking around the room. "Y-y-y-yes," stuttered the man. "W-what about it?" The inspector threw back his coat and showed his badge.
"Yes," lower still. "So zat, after 'aving promise to love, honor, and hobey," he tapped off one finger at a time, and looked as if he wanted to get this mysterious matter straight in his mind, "until death, you 'ave ze right to break your word because ze judge say you can? Is zat it?" "Y-y-y-yes. I suppose so."
He clucked to the pony, which started forward suddenly, throwing a strain upon the rope. "Steady, Pink-eye. We don't want to hurt him," he cautioned, slowing the animal down to almost a walk. "Are you on your feet back there?" "Y-y-y-yes." There came a sharp jerk on the line.
"Yes; I see two of every sort, as if I were some holy man living in the times of King Noah and entering into the ark.... Y-y-y-yes," he added, becoming much affected by the picture of himself as a person thrown away, and shedding tears; "I feel too good for England: I ought to have lived in Genesis by rights, like the other men of sacrifice, and then I shouldn't have b-b-been called a d-d-drunkard in such a way!"
"Yes; I see two of every sort, as if I were some holy man living in the times of King Noah and entering into the ark.... Y-y-y-yes." he added, becoming much affected by the picture of himself as a person thrown away, and shedding tears; "I feel too good for England: I ought to have lived in Genesis by rights, like the other men of sacrifice, and then I shouldn't have b-b-been called a d-d-drunkard in such a way!"