"You don't mean to say it was one of those young gentlemen, prisoner?"
"Bless you, sir, likely as not. They young gentlemen, sir, always spare
a trifle for a honest--"
"Yes, yes; we don't want all that! If you have no more questions to ask
the constable, the constable may stand down."
The constable stood down, and a brief consultation again ensued between
the Bench and the clerk which Dick, firmly believing that it referred to
him, watched with terrible interest.
"Yes," said the magistrate, looking up, "we remand the case for a week."
Dick breathed again. The storm had blown over after all. Not only had
he himself escaped punishment for conspiring against the ends of
justice, but Tom White had still another week during which something
might turn up.
The court emptied rapidly as the case ended.
"Rather hot! wasn't it?" said Duffield, as the five found themselves
outside, solacing themselves with the last "go" of the creams.
"Awful!" said the "Firm" from the bottom of their hearts, and feeling
that many afternoons like this would materially shorten their days.