A Watchman Investigates

The drunk lets go of my arm, and turns to face him. To my alarm, he says: "Thish whore took my money, an' now she won' give me what I paid for."

"That's a lie!" I say. "I was just walking past this inn, when he was thrown out. He saw me and grabbed me."

"Is it true that you were thrown out of the inn?" the watchman asks the drunk.

"It might be. But wha's that got to do with it?"

"She's not dressed like a whore."

"That's because I'm not one," I say.

"I wasn't talking to you," the watchman says. I hope that he isn't going to get all officious.

"She'sh a bit classier than most of them," the drunk says. "Tha'sh why I paid her over the oddsh."

1. The watchman asks further questions.
2. The watchman turns to me. "Your accent is unusual," he says. "You're a foreigner, aren't you?" You hope that he's not a xenophobe.
3. The watchman comes to a decision. "Make yourself scarce," he tells the drunk. To me, he says: "Where were you headed? If it's not too far, I'd better escort you there to make sure that you don't get yourself into any more trouble."
4. The watchman comes to a decision. "Pay him back the money that you took from him," he tells me, "and we'll say no more about it."
5. The watchman comes to a decision. "I'm bringing you in," he tells the drunk. "You can sober up in the cells. Think yourself lucky that I can't be bothered to have you charged."
6. The watchman comes to a decision. "I'm bringing you in," he tells me. "Soliciting on the street is a serious offence."

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