officers found him troublesome at first until they had made it clear

that it was useless for him to ask questions or beg for papers. They

made a sort of inspection of his study indeed, and cleared away even

the papers he had. Redwood's voice was high and expostulatory. "But

don't you see," he said over and over again, "it's my Son, my only Son,

that is in this trouble. It isn't the Food I care for, but my Son."

I wish indeed I could tell you, Sir," said the officer. "But our orders

are strict."

Who gave the orders?" cried Redwood.

Ah! that, Sir---" said the officer, and moved towards the door....

'E's going up and down 'is room," said the second officer, when his

superior came down. "That's all right. He'll walk it off a bit."

"I hope 'e will," said the chief officer. "The fact is I didn't see it

in that light before, but this here Giant what's been going on with the

Princess, you know, is this man's son."

The two regarded one another and the third policeman for a space.

"Then it is a bit rough on him," the third policeman said.

It became evident that Redwood had still imperfectly apprehended the

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