are you such an ass as to suppose
“Give me leave, sir,” rejoined the magistrate, with an air of affected moderation, “to ask you two questions. Were you any way aiding, abetting, or contributing to this murder?”
“No.”
“And pray, sir, who is this Mr. Falkland? and what may have been the nature of your connection with him?”
“Mr. Falkland is a gentleman of six thousand per annum. I lived with him as his secretary.”
“In other words, you were his servant?”
“As you please.”
“Very well, sir; that is quite enough for me. First, I have to tell you, as a magistrate, that I can have nothing to do with your declaration. If you had been concerned in the murder you talk of, that would alter the case. But it is out of all reasonable rule for a magistrate to take an information from a felon, except against his accomplices. Next, I think it right to observe to you, in my own proper person, that you appear to me to be the most impudent rascal I ever saw. Why, are you such an ass as to suppose, that the sort of story you have been telling, can be of any service to you, either here or at the assizes, or any where else? A fine time of it indeed it would be, if, when gentlemen of six thousand a year take up their servants for robbing them, those servants could trump up such accusations as these, and could get any magistrate or court of justice to listen to them! Whether or no the felony with which you stand charged would have brought you to the gallows, I will not pretend to say: but I am sure this story will. There would be a speedy end to all order and good government, if fellows that trample upon ranks and distinctions in this atrocious sort were upon any consideration suffered to get off.”
“And do you refuse, sir, to attend to the particulars of the charge I allege?”
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