"_'E's_ copped the brewer all right!" a cheerful voice sounded in my ear. "Just smell 'im! Must ha' been drinking it straight out o' the cask." "'Ere--'old 'ard--ain't it your lodger?" somebody else said suddenly. "Is it? Lumme, so it is! Look at 'is eye!" "Ain't 'alf a mouse!" "'Ere, 'elp me up with 'im the back way, Jim--Lord! 'e weighs a ton! I've never known 'im 'ave a drink 'ere, but there, they get it at one place if they don't at another." Then somebody bawled to me: "Look out--don't blow your nose--you'll 'ave your eye up if you do!" But I wanted my eye "up." Up it came instantly, large as an egg, and there was a laugh. "Well, 'e won't brag much about where 'e got _that_!" somebody said. And they helped me up to my red-and-green-lighted room. * * * * * They say somebody always pays. Well, this my story. It is a long time ago, and nobody has paid yet. Nor, as far as I can see, is it likely that anybody ever will. There is only one detail that I have not been able properly to attend to, and even that has attended to itself--for of course Kitty Windus fled because she realised that I was in love with Evie. I could hardly expect her to stay after that. No: nobody has paid. Nobody ever will. THE END Notes for "In accordance with the evidence" by Oliver Onions Italic text is denoted by _underscore_ and bold text by =equal sign=. Page 32--a word was unreadable and was best guessed as (pretence). Inconsistant hyphenation and spelling are kept as in the original. Mr and Mr. were kept as in the original. End of Project Gutenberg's In Accordance with the Evidence, by Oliver Onions