"I don’t remember for certain, sir, but it is quite possible—that is the sort of thing this fellow loved to hear about, sir." Arlanc then paused, for everyone in the room had exhaled, and some who’d been studying his phizz for the last several minutes were now looking at their fingernails or gazing out the window. "Did I do wrong, sir?" asked Henry Arlanc. He was addressing the question to Daniel. "Foolish question! I know perfectly well I did wrong. But was it a crime? A crime for which a man can be charged, and brought before a magistrate?"