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The evidence was all in. The machinery of the Law had worked without a hitch. And the beak, having adjusted a pair of pince-nez which looked as though they were going to do a nosedive any moment, coughed like a pained sheep and slipped us the bad news.
"The prisoner Wooster," he said -- and who can paint the shame and agony of Bertram at hearing himself so described? -- "will pay a fine of five pounds. "