He is sitting back as the others register. His gentleness is fraying. Do you ever receive warrants against blackfellows guilty of offences? Sheridan asked. Lieutenant Buckmaster shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Very few. I have received two. What do you do with them? I try to execute the warrant and, if I am not able, I send it back again. Where do you send it? I send it back to the Inspector General of Police. Would it not—Mr Sheridan’s pencil began a slow tap—I repeat, would it not be much better that the warrants for this part of the country should remain in your possession so that you might be able to execute them as occasion offers? I have got copies. You have? A copy is sufficient, Lieutenant Buckmaster replied sullenly.
