You know you really must do it," says Mr.Snagsby.
"I'm everyways agreeable, sir," says the hapless Jo.
"Do it, then," observes the constable.

"You know what you have got to do.

Do it! And recollect you won't get off so easy next time.

Catch hold of your money.

Now, the sooner you're five mile off, the better for all parties." With this farewell hint and pointing generally to the setting sun as a likely place to move on to, the constable bids his auditors good afternoon and makes the echoes of Cook's Court perform slow music for him as he walks away on the shady side, carrying his iron-bound hat in his hand for a little ventilation.
Now, Jo's improbable story concerning the lady and the sovereign has awakened more or less the curiosity of all the company.