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Updated: June 26, 2025
The sounds that attracted the policeman's attention had their source in a cross street to the left in one of those evil institutions known as a "night club," which it seems impossible to eradicate from the fast life of West End London. It was a typical scene; there were many like it that night.
Then, still holding the policeman's hand closely clasped in hers, she followed the woman down the dirty dark stairs which led to the cellar where Jimmy lived. By his side, holding him in her arms, knelt Mrs. Turner, whilst a gentleman, evidently the parish doctor, was bathing his head, from which the blood was flowing.
Perrin, the footman, returning, as late as twenty minutes to eleven, from his tobacco promenade along the terrace, reported to Manton 'a row in town'; and he repeated to Nesta the policeman's opinion and his own of the 'Army' fellows, and the way to treat them. Both were for rigour. 'The name of "Army" attracts poor Skepsey so, I am sure he would join it, if they would admit him, Nesta said.
However unjust my sentence was, there's no denying I've committed at least three felonies since. I've broken prison, plugged a warder in the jaw, and shoved an oar into a policeman's tummy. Do you think there's any possible chance of the Home Secretary being able to overlook such enormities?" Latimer laughed easily.
He was a repulsive specimen of the Breed; the dark, lowering face had something utterly cruel in its expression. The cast was brutal in the extreme; sensual, criminal. The shifty black eyes looked anywhere but into the policeman's face. "That you, Gustave?" said Horrocks, pleasantly enough. He wished to inspire confidence. "I'm looking for Gautier. I've got a nice little job for him.
The actress passed on, with a final look of half-aversion, half-pity, at the prostrate body. The comedian and I were both by that body within two seconds. "Frozen or starved, sure!" said the comedian. "Poor beggar! Look at his straw hat. Observe his death-clutch on the cane." From down the alley came two sounds: one was a policeman's approaching footsteps; the other, of a woman's laughter.
"You don't imagine I bother my head whether it eats butter or or marmalade." "Who feeds it then?" "Mary Ann, of course." "She comes in and feeds it?" "Certainly." "Several times a day?" "I suppose so." "Lancelot," said Peter, solemnly. "Mary Ann's mashed on you." Lancelot shrank before Peter's remark as a burglar from a policeman's bull's-eye.
Here it was again the same thing, only larger, more expensive, and now it played: "The Wild Wild Women" and "The Policeman's Holiday," and he was no longer in black velvet with a sky-blue collar. 'Profond's right, he thought, 'there's nothing in it! We're all progressing to the grave! And with that surprising mental comment he walked out. He did not see Fleur again that night.
If the policeman were of a common-enough type of policeman that is to say, if he were the sort of policeman who would waste time examining Sonntag's body for signs of life and then waste more time asking questions of those who had preceded him to the place, and yet more time peering about for the weapon that had been used; or if, in the excitement with everybody shouting together, the one man who possibly had a real notion concerning the proper description of the vanished slayer found difficulty in securing the policeman's attention why then, in any one of these cases, or better still, in all of them, Trencher had a chance.
And he rushed out, and the children heard his boots going weightily along the pavement, and the screams also going along, rather ahead of the policeman; and both the murder-screams and the policeman's boots faded away in the remote distance. Then Robert smacked his knickerbocker loudly with his palm, and said 'Good old Phoenix! I should know its golden voice anywhere.
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