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As
if
this
action
had
some
mysterious
and
menacing
significance
,
the
workmen
surrounding
the
publican
paused
in
indecision
.
"
I
know
the
law
very
well
,
mates
!
I
'll
take
the
matter
to
the
captain
of
police
.
You
think
I
wo
n't
get
to
him
?
Robbery
is
not
permitted
to
anybody
nowadays
!
"
shouted
the
publican
,
picking
up
his
cap
.
"
Come
along
then
!
Come
along
then
!
"
the
publican
and
the
tall
young
fellow
repeated
one
after
the
other
,
and
they
moved
up
the
street
together
.
The
bloodstained
smith
went
beside
them
.
The
factory
hands
and
others
followed
behind
,
talking
and
shouting
.
At
the
corner
of
the
Moroséyka
,
opposite
a
large
house
with
closed
shutters
and
bearing
a
bootmaker
's
signboard
,
stood
a
score
of
thin
,
worn-out
,
gloomy-faced
bootmakers
,
wearing
overalls
and
long
tattered
coats
.
"
He
should
pay
folks
off
properly
,
"
a
thin
workingman
,
with
frowning
brows
and
a
straggly
beard
,
was
saying
.
"
But
he
's
sucked
our
blood
and
now
he
thinks
he
's
quit
of
us
.
He
's
been
misleading
us
all
the
week
and
now
that
he
's
brought
us
to
this
pass
he
's
made
off
.
"
On
seeing
the
crowd
and
the
bloodstained
man
the
workman
ceased
speaking
,
and
with
eager
curiosity
all
the
bootmakers
joined
the
moving
crowd
.
"
Where
are
all
the
folks
going
?
"
"
Why
,
to
the
police
,
of
course
!
"
