11/21 As for my man-- whoever he was--you can't charge him with stealin' one o' your blessed orphans until you lay hold on the orphan he stole and produce him in court. That's _Habeas Corpus_, or else 'tis _Magna Charter_--I forget which. What's more, you'd never face a court, an' you know it." He cast a curious glance at the Doctor's face, and added, "Sit down." "I beg your pardon ?" "Sit down. No, not there." But the warning came too late. "Not hurt yourself, I hope ?" he asked, as the Doctor rubbed that part of himself which had come into collision with the sharp edge of a concertina. |