Robert Louis Stevenson. Treasure island (№ 380446)

Silver hopped on his crutch, banged his fist on the table and said with such sincere indignation that even the judge in the old Bailey or a London policeman would believe in his complete innocence. <...> Finally got back to those two, whom he sent in pursuit of the Black Dog. Panting, they announced that the Black Dog managed to escape from them in the crowd. And the Keeper began to scold them with such fury that I was finally convinced of the innocence of the Lanky John.
Listen, Hawkins, 'said he,' for me this story could end badly. Think about my captain Trelawney? This damned Dutchman was sitting in my house and guzzling my drink!