Some time later, the officer touched his shoulder and told him that the court was ready.A magistrate was a judge who dealt with small crimes in local courts, and the magistrate for this district was well known. His name was Mr Fang and he was a disagreeable, bad-tempered man.Today he was in a particularly bad mood. He frowned angrily at the old gentleman,and asked sharply, "Who are you? ""My name,sir,is Brown low . ""Officer! What is this man charged with? ""He"s not charged,sir,"answered the officer. "He"s accusing the boy. "The magistrate looked at Mr Brown low from head to foot. "And what have you got to say? "Mr Brown low began to explain. "I was standing outside a book shop―"Be quiet,sir! "shouted Mr Fang. "Policeman! Now－you arrested the boy. What happened? "The policeman told the magistrate what he had heard, and how he had searched Oliver afterwards and found nothing.
