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Chapter 8

           Igotinoneortwogoodblows,forIthink,withfairplay,Icouldhavelickedthelotofthem,butthepolicemanpinnedmebehind,andoneofthemgothisfingersonmythroat.

           ThroughablackcloudofrageIheardtheofficerofthelawaskingwhatwasthematter,andMarmie,betweenhisbrokenteeth,declaringthatIwasHannaythemurderer.

           “Oh,damnitall,”Icried,“makethefellowshutup.Iadviseyoutoleavemealone,constable.ScotlandYardknowsallaboutme,andyou’llgetaproperwiggingifyouinterferewithme.”

           “You’vegottocomealongofme,youngman,”saidthepoliceman.“Isawyoustrikethatgentlemancrool’ard.Youbeganittoo,forhewasn’tdoingnothing.Iseenyou.BestgoquietlyorI’llhavetofixyouup.”

           ExasperationandanoverwhelmingsensethatatnocostmustIdelaygavemethestrengthofabullelephant.Ifairlywrenchedtheconstableoffhisfeet,flooredthemanwhowasgrippingmycollar,andsetoffatmybestpacedownDukeStreet.Iheardawhistlebeingblown,andtherushofmenbehindme.

           Ihaveaveryfairturnofspeed,andthatnightIhadwings.InajiffyIwasinPallMallandhadturneddowntowardsStJames’sPark.IdodgedthepolicemanatthePalacegates,divedthroughapressofcarriagesattheentrancetotheMall,andwasmakingforthebridgebeforemypursuershadcrossedtheroadway.IntheopenwaysoftheParkIputonaspurt.Happilytherewerefewpeopleaboutandnoonetriedtostopme.IwasstakingallongettingtoQueenAnne’sGate.

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