The man, who was aware that Caldigate was a county magistrate, civilly touched his hat, and then, with a few whispered words, expressed his opinion that our hero had better go with him to the mayor's office.

Had he a warrant?
Yes, he had a warrant, but he thought that probably it might not be necessary for him to show it.

'I will go with you, of course,' said Caldigate.

'I suppose it is on the allegation of a man named Crinkett.' 'A lady, sir, I think,' said the policeman.
'One Mrs.Smith.' 'She called herself--Caldigate, sir,' said the policeman.

Then they went together without any further words to the mayor's court, and from thence, before he heard the accusation made against him, he sent both for his father and for Mr.Seely.
He was taken through to a private room, and thither came at once the mayor and another magistrate of the town with whom he was acquainted.
'This is a very sad business, Mr.Caldigate,' said the mayor.
'Very sad, indeed.