"Of course not—only makes things ten times worse!" said Eves.  "Catch his legs, Bob; if he isn’t quiet we’ll have to truss him up.  I never came across such an impudent scoundrel.  Here’s a burglar, caught in the act, claiming to be the chief magistrate! That beats everything!  How’s it possible? I say, Bob, there’ll be a queer scene in court to-morrow. Suppose it were true, I can’t for the life of me see how the mayor on the bench and the criminal in the dock are going to arrange matters. Will he hop from one to the other, and finally sentence himself? That’s a Jekyll and Hyde problem I can’t solve.  But here’s somebody coming—the bobby, I expect."