" Had it
been a couple of armed burglars I should have welcomed their advent if
it stopped Granby.
We went down and found a stout lady sitting on the pavement warbling
Songs Without Melody.
"Gerout, Zeppelin," she observed as a flash-lamp was turned on her.
"A distinct case of intoxication _plus_ incapability," observed
Granby. "We must take her to the station. You can charge her. I have
so many important engagements this week that I can't spare time to be
a witness."
I saw that a wasted morning at the police-court was to be thrust on
me.
"I also have many important engagements this week," I replied.
"This duty is to be taken seriously--" began Granby.
"Yes," I said, "if we don't run her in we ought to see her home. She
can't stay here rousing the street."
"That was what I was about to suggest as the proper course for
you when you interrupted me," said Granby. "Where do you live?" he
demanded.
"Fourteen, Benbow Avenue," replied the lady; "and pore Uncle Sam's
been dead eleven years."
"Come on," I said. "Get up and we'll see you home."
The lady pushed me aside, gripped Granby's arm and said
affectionately, "'Ow you remind me of pore ole Jim in 'is best days
afore 'e got jugged!"
Granby snorted as he dragged the lady onward.
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