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"

By

God

,

the

murderer

!

"

he

cried

.

"

Here

,

you

fellows

,

hold

him

!

That

's

Hannay

,

the

man

who

did

the

Portland

Place

murder

!

"

He

gripped

me

by

the

arm

,

and

the

others

crowded

round

.

I

was

n't

looking

for

any

trouble

,

but

my

ill-temper

made

me

play

the

fool

.

A

policeman

came

up

,

and

I

should

have

told

him

the

truth

,

and

,

if

he

did

n't

believe

it

,

demanded

to

be

taken

to

Scotland

Yard

,

or

for

that

matter

to

the

nearest

police

station

.

But

a

delay

at

that

moment

seemed

to

me

unendurable

,

and

the

sight

of

Marmie

's

imbecile

face

was

more

than

I

could

bear

.

I

let

out

with

my

left

,

and

had

the

satisfaction

of

seeing

him

measure

his

length

in

the

gutter

.

Then

began

an

unholy

row

.

They

were

all

on

me

at

once

,

and

the

policeman

took

me

in

the

rear

.

I

got

in

one

or

two

good

blows

,

for

I

think

,

with

fair

play

,

I

could

have

licked

the

lot

of

them

,

but

the

policeman

pinned

me

behind

,

and

one

of

them

got

his

fingers

on

my

throat

.

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Through

a

black

cloud

of

rage

I

heard

the

officer

of

the

law

asking

what

was

the

matter

,

and

Marmie

,

between

his

broken

teeth

,

declaring

that

I

was

Hannay

the

murderer

.

"

Oh

,

damn

it

all

,

"

I

cried

,

"

make

the

fellow

shut

up

.

I

advise

you

to

leave

me

alone

,

constable

.

Scotland

Yard

knows

all

about

me

,

and

you

'll

get

a

proper

wigging

if

you

interfere

with

me

.

"

"

You

've

got

to

come

along

of

me

,

young

man

,

"

said

the

policeman

.

"

I

saw

you

strike

that

gentleman

crool

'

ard

.

You

began

it

too

,

for

he

was

n't

doing

nothing

.

I

seen

you

.

Best

go

quietly

or

I

'll

have

to

fix

you

up

.

"

Exasperation

and

an

overwhelming

sense

that

at

no

cost

must

I

delay

gave

me

the

strength

of

a

bull

elephant

.

I

fairly

wrenched

the

constable

off

his

feet

,

floored

the

man

who

was

gripping

my

collar

,

and

set

off

at

my

best

pace

down

Duke

Street

.

I

heard

a

whistle

being

blown

,

and

the

rush

of

men

behind

me

.

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I

have

a

very

fair

turn

of

speed

,

and

that

night

I

had

wings

.

In

a

jiffy

I

was

in

Pall

Mall

and

had

turned

down

towards

St

James

's

Park

.

I

dodged

the

policeman

at

the

Palace

gates

,

dived

through

a

press

of

carriages

at

the

entrance

to

the

Mall

,

and

was

making

for

the

bridge

before

my

pursuers

had

crossed

the

roadway

.

In

the

open

ways

of

the

Park

I

put

on

a

spurt

.

Happily

there

were

few

people

about

and

no

one

tried

to

stop

me

.

I

was

staking

all

on

getting

to

Queen

Anne

's

Gate

.

When

I

entered

that

quiet

thoroughfare

it

seemed

deserted

.

Sir

Walter

's

house

was

in

the

narrow

part

,

and

outside

it

three

or

four

motor-cars

were

drawn

up

.

I

slackened

speed

some

yards

off

and

walked

briskly

up

to

the

door

.

If

the

butler

refused

me

admission

,

or

if

he

even

delayed

to

open

the

door

,

I

was

done

.

He

did

n't

delay

.

I

had

scarcely

rung

before

the

door

opened

.

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