The History of Mr. Polly

he nature of revelations. Such was this Parsons affair. It began by seeming grotesque; it ended disconc

ot altoget

eness, the affair took on a different complexion. The way in which the policeman made a note of everything and aspirated nothing impressed th

d with his head bandaged, packing very slowly and insisting over and again: "He oug

cking his box. Polly knew himself well enough to know he would make a bad witness. He felt sure of one fact only, namely, that "'E then 'It 'Im on the 'Ed and -" All the rest danced about in his m

rrison. But Parsons would not hear of anything against Morrison. "He was all rig

get out of it. It's true I hit him. I hit him"- he paused and seemed to be seeking an

he Good of a Cross summons?" he replied; "with old Corks, the chemist, and Mottishead, the house

ent on fo

e a man trying to do his Duty, mistaken perhaps, but trying his best; ten-forty - Ruined!

aclation,"

ke!" said Parsons, with t

o get another crib, ain't I- with assaulted the guvnor on my reference. I suppose, thoug

nd with a show, O' M

legs, which had been tucked up at first under his chair out of respect to the court, were extended straight before him and his hands were in his trouser pockets. He was inventing names for the four magistrates on the bench, and had got to "the Grave and Reverend Signor w

ly, but quite respectfu

saying he was "naturally of a choleraic disposition," but the start and the slow grin of enjoyment upon the face of the grave and Reverend Signor with th

Ot temper," said the

eplied Polly, magically incapab

ean 'E ketch

he's easil

say so?" said the

was bo

for margarine and bread and tea, he slipped on into the dormitory at once to see what was happening further in the Parsons case. But Parsons had vanishe

so after Pla

. Polly was leaning out of the window and

Platt. "Might have stopped

Polly replied. He thrust his f

at Platt. "It's made my eyes water, something chronic. Any one