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He rang the bell, and the landlady appeared.
"Landlady," cried Vanslyperken, "you'll send for a constable directly.
Obey me, or I'll put you down as a party to the robbery which has been
committed. I say, a constable immediately. Refuse on your peril, woman;
a king's officer has been robbed and ill-treated."
"Lauk-a-mercy! a constable, sir? I'm sure you've had a very pleasant
jollification."
"Silence, woman; send for a constable immediately."
"Do you hear, Mrs Wilcox?" said Moggy, very quietly, "Mr Vanslyperken
wants a constable. Send for one by all means."
"Oh! certainly, ma'am, if you wish it," said the landlady, quitting the
room.
"Yes, you infamous woman, I'll teach you to rob and ill-treat people in
this way."
"Mercy on me! Mr Vanslyperken, why I never interfered."
"Ay, ay, that's all very well; but you'll tell another story when you're
all before the authorities."
"Perhaps I shall," replied Moggy, carelessly. "But I shall now wish you
a good-evening, Mr Vanslyperken."
Thereupon Mr Vanslyperken very valorously drew his sword, and flourished
it over his head.


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