_J. N_. (_Aside_: That Norwich affair.) Wait! I must write my self down a smoutch--smoutch? no doubt a foreign word. _Mr. H_. What else have you heard the prisoner say. _Pot_. I have heard him threaten to make her Majesty the Queen take in washing. _J. N_. Plain washing? _Pot_. Yes, my lord. _J. N_. Not fancy work? _Pot_. No, my lord. _A Juryman_. Have you heard him suggest any means of doing all this? _Pot_. Yes, sir; for I have attended meetings of his association in disguise, when they were plotting means of exciting the populace. _Mr. H_. In which he took part? _Pot_. In which he took part. _Mr. H_. You heard him arranging with others for a rising of the lower orders? _Pot_. Yes, sir; and on the occasion, when I met him in the public house, I got into conversation with him, and he told me that his society numbered upwards of two millions. (J. F. _grins_.) _The Juryman_ (_anxiously_). Armed? _Pot_. He said there were arms in readiness for them. _Mr. H_. Did you find out where? _Pot_. Yes; at the premises of the Federationist League, 13 Farringdon Road. _Mr. H_. Did you search for them there? _Pot_. Yes. _Mr. H_. Did you find them? _Pot_. No; we found nothing but printing-stock and some very shabby furniture, and the office-boy, and three compositors. _Mr. H_. Did you arrest them? _Pot_. No; we thought it better not to do so. _Mr. H_. Did they oppose your search? _Pot_. No. _Mr. H_. What did they do? _Pot_. Well, they took grinders at me and said, "Sold!" _Mr. H_. Meaning, doubtless, that they had had an inkling of your search and had sold the arms? _Pot_. So we gathered. _J. N_. (_writing_). "They did not find the arms because they had been sold." _Mr. H_. Well, Constable, that will do. _J. N_. Prisoner, do you wish to ask the Constable any questions? _J. F_. Well, I don't know. I strongly suspect that you have made up your mind which way the jury shall make up their minds, so it isn't much use. However, I will ask him three questions. Constable Potlegoff, at how many do you estimate the dense crowd at Beadon Road, when I obstructed? _Pot_. Upwards of a thousand. _J. F_. H'm; a good meeting! How many were present at that meeting of the Socialist League where we were plotting to make the Queen take in washing? _Pot_. Upwards of two hundred. _J. F_. Lastly, when I told you in the public-house that we were two millions strong, were you drunk or sober? _Pot_. Sober. _J. F_. H'm! It's a matter of opinion perhaps as to when a man _is_ drunk. Was I sober? _Pot_. No; drunk. _J. F_. H'm! So I should think. That'll do, Mr. Potlegoff; I won't muddle your "Rent-of-Ability" any more. Good bye. [SERGEANT STICKTOIT _called_. _Mr. H_. Have you heard the prisoner speaking? _St_. Yes. _Mr. H_. Where? _St_. At Beadon Road amongst other places: that's where I took him. _Mr. H_. What was he doing? _St_. Standing on a stool, speaking