"Stranger?" replied the other, "strange enough, I think—for hold me der deyvil, if I been ever here before."
"That won't pass, Mr Captain."
"That must pass, Mr Justice—sapperment!"
"And who will you be pleased to call yourself, then, for the present," said Glossin, "just until I shall bring some other folks to refresh your memory, concerning who you are, or at least who you have been?"
"What bin I?—donner and blitzen! I bin Jans Janson, from Cuxhaven–what sail Ich bin?"
Glossin took from a case which was in the apartment, a pair of small pocket pistols, which he loaded with ostentatious care. "You may retire," said he to his clerk, "and carry the people with you, Scrow—but wait in the lobby within call."
The clerk would have offered some remonstrances to his patron on the dan-
