counting the Provinces.' His face brightened a little.
'Look here!' said Pallant over the paper. 'I don't suppose you or those asinine J.P.'s knew it—but your lawyer ought to have known that you've all put your foot in it most confoundedly over this assault case.'
'What's the matter?' said Woodhouse.
'It's ludicrous. It's insane. There isn't two penn'orth of legality in the whole thing. Of course, you could have withdrawn the charge, but the way you went about it is childish—besides being illegal. What on earth was the Chief Constable thinking of?'
'Oh, he was a friend of Sir Thomas's. They all were for that matter,' I replied.
'He ought to be hanged. So ought the Chairman of the Bench. I'm talking as a lawyer now.'
'Why, what have we been guilty of? Misprision of treason or compounding a felony—or what?' said Ollyett.
'I'll tell you later.' Pallant went back to the paper with knitted brows, smiling unpleasantly from time to time. At last he laughed.
'Thank you!' he said to Woodhouse. 'It ought to be pretty useful—for us.'
'What d'you mean?' said Ollyett.
'For our side. They are all Rads who are mixed up in this—from the Chief Constable down. There must be a Question. There must be a Question.'
'Yes, but I wanted the charge withdrawn in my own way,' Woodhouse insisted.
