"My real name is Rushbrook, but I have been called O'Donahue for some time," replied our hero. This reply was the occasion of the opposite counsel making some very severe remarks; but the evidence of our hero was taken, and was indeed considered very favourable to the prisoner, as Joey stated that he was convinced the blow was never intended for the unfortunate waiter, but for Mr S---. After about an hour's examination our hero was dismissed, and in case that he might be recalled, returned as directed to the room where the witnesses were assembled. CHAPTER FORTY FOUR. IN WHICH THE TIDE OF FORTUNE TURNS AGAINST OUR HERO. As soon as Joey had been dismissed from the witness-box he returned to the room in which the other witnesses were assembled, with melancholy forebodings that his real name having been given in open court would lead to some disaster. He had not been there long before a peace-officer came in, and said to him,--"Step this way, if you please, sir; I have something to say to you." Joey went with him outside the door, when the peace-officer, looking at him full in the face, said, "Your name is Joseph Rushbrook; you said so in the witness-box?" "Yes," replied Joey, "that is my true name." "Why did you change it?" demanded the officer. "I had reasons," replied our hero. "Yes, and I'll tell you the reasons," rejoined the other. "You were concerned in a murder some years ago; a reward was offered for your apprehension, and you absconded from justice. I see that you are the person; your face tells me so. You are my prisoner. Now, come away quietly, sir; it is of no use for you to resist, and you will only be worse treated." Joey's heart had almost ceased to beat when the constable addressed him; he felt that denial was useless, and that the time was now come when either he or his father must suffer; he, therefore, made no reply, but quietly followed the peace officer, who, holding him by the arm, called a coach, into which he ordered Joey to enter, and following him, directed the coachman to drive to the police-office. As soon as the magistrate had been acquainted by the officer who the party was whom he had taken into custody, he first pointed out to our hero that he had better not say any thing which might criminate himself, and then asked him if his name was Joseph Rushbrook. Joey replied that it was. "Have you anything to say that might prevent my committing you on the charge of murder?" demanded the magistrate. "Nothing, except that I am not guilty," replied Joey. "I have had the warrant out against him these seven years, or thereabouts, but he escaped me," observed the peace-officer; "he was but a lad then." "He must have been a child, to judge by his present appearance," observed the magistrate, who was making out the committal. "I now perfectly recollect the affair."