An hour and a half limped heavily away in the thief-and-rascal crowded passages below, even though assisted off with mutton pies and ale. The hoarse messenger, uncomfortably seated on a form after taking that refection, had dropped into a doze, when a loud murmur and a rapid tide of people setting up the stairs that led to the court, carried him along with them.
"Jerry! Jerry!" Mr. Lorry was already calling at the door when he got there.
"Here, sir! It's a fight to get back again. Here I am, sir!"
Mr. Lorry handed him a paper through the throng. "Quick! Have you got it?"
Hastily written on the paper was the word "AQUITTED."
"If you had sent the message, 'Recalled Life,' again," muttered Jerry, as he turned, "I should have known what you meant, this time."