"I thought I'd lost it.

I've had nothing at all to drink, and you'd better let me go.

The whole affair's a mistake." The procession halted, while the older policeman gazed fascinated at the official document.
"Henry Leek," he read, deciphering the name.
"He's been a-telling every one as he's Priam Farll," grumbled the younger policeman, looking over the other's shoulder.
"I've done no such thing," said Priam promptly.
The elder carefully inspected the prisoner, and two little boys arrived and formed a crowd, which was immediately dispersed by a frown.
"He don't look as if he'd had 'ardly as much drink as 'ud wash a bus, does he ?" murmured the elder critically.

The younger, afraid of his senior, said nothing.

"Look here, Mr.Henry Leek," the elder proceeded, "do you know what I should do if I was you?
I should go and buy myself a new hat, if I was you, and quick too!" Priam hastened away, and heard the senior say to the junior, "He's a toff, that's what he is, and you're a fool.