Mad: A Story of Dust and AshesFenn, George Manville
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Mad: A Story of Dust and Ashes
Fenn, George Manville
Fiction
It might be supposed that the whistler intended to give the person who
followed him so closely into custody, but this was not the case, for Mr
Jarker imagined that no sooner was there a policeman in sight, than the
quiet-looking man would begin to close up.
But it might be somebody else who was wanted, so Mr Jarker crossed the
road--so did the quiet man; Bill crossed again--so did the quiet man;
and, though the weather was cold, the bird-catcher perspired, as he
muttered--
"I wonder what it's for?"
However, he appeared to take matters very coolly, and peeped here and
there into the bird-fanciers' shops, and so made his way into Holborn,
now and then directing a peep at his quiet friend, who was apparently
not taking the slightest heed of his proceedings, but all the same
thoroughly realising the difficulty of finding one of his brotherhood
when wanted.
Passengers were plentiful here, and the crowd thickened as Jarker went
on, till a good opportunity seemed to present itself.
"Now for it!" thought Bill, and after a glance over his shoulder, he
dodged in and out and about for five minutes, making more than one feint
of having turned out of the main street; then, being apparently very
much taken with the contents of a draper's window, he stopped short, and
glanced to the right to find the quiet-looking man in precisely the same
place, and worse still, probably in obedience to a sign from the said
quiet man, to the left there was a policeman closing up quickly.
"Meant for me!" muttered Bill; and again, as he turned hotter, "I wonder
what it's for?" while once more glancing to the right, there was the
quiet man also closing in quickly.
But not so quickly as Jarker made a leap backwards into the road, dodged
right under a horse's legs, round an omnibus, past cabs, carts, and
wagons, and in and out and about like an eel, invulnerable to the tread
of horses' feet or the passage of wheels. Ordinary people would have
been run over half-a-dozen times, but Bill Jarker was not, and on he
tore, with the two constables in full chase.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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