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"'Gin'ral Billot,' says th' prisident, 'what d'ye know about this
infernal case which is broodin' like a nightmare over our belovid
counthry, an' gettin' us up ivry mornin' befure milkin' time?'
"'Nawthin' at all,' says Gin'ral Billot.
"'Nayther do I,' says th' prisident. 'But I think th' Cap's guilty.'
"'I'm glad to hear ye say that,' says th' gin'ral, 'If ye didn't, I'd
rayjooce ye to th' r-ranks to-morrah. I niver see th' man befure; an',
be hivins, I don't want to see him again. But I have a letter here
fr'm him, askin' me if he cud knock off wurruk at four o'clock to go
to his aunt's fun'ral.'
"'Cap,' says th' prisident, 'what ye got to say to this? Did ye write
th' letter?'
"'I did,' says th' Cap.
"'Throw it out thin,' says th' prisident. 'We must be guided be th'
laws iv ividence. Th' witness will confine himself to forgeries. Have
ye e'er a forgery about ye'er clothes, mon gin'ral?'
"'I wish to confront th' witness,' says Matther Blamange.
"'Sit down,'" says th' prisident.
"'D'ye raymimber meetin' me at dinner at Moosoo de Bozoo's.
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