At this juncture I feared a really serious tumult, which would
undoubtedly have ensued but for two reasons. In the first place Downey
was seated quite close to the further exit, and, secondly, most of our
mightiest men of valour were too far from the scene of action to take a
hand. Though, as Accrington afterwards remarked, ‘It’s a cold deal that
leaves me out.’
This was a very cold deal, for poor Downey was only a carcase in the
grip of the monumental policeman, who soon regained the perpendicular
and hustled him out of the auditorium with most creditable speed. The
tumult, however, was not quelled in an instant, and Woodbine, who had
incautiously anticipated the Bobby’s victory, received a chair-back
just amidships, and went down among the dead men, to the detriment of
his pince-nez and eternal cigarette. Reggie, having nobly retained his
grip on Downey’s leg, was cut off by the sudden and quite unintentional
fall of a respected greengrocer, who tumbled off his chair and bore
poor Rex to the ground, while Hawkes, who had been endeavouring with
Elgar and St. Ronots to release Downey from the grip of the law, was
struck violently in the eye by something with the regulation number
of features. After these casualties, O.P. 134 got his man out into
the entrance, where he and No. 154 mounted guard over him until the
Proctor, for whom Woodbine had telegraphed, should arrive.
We could not induce the Bobbies, who were civil enough, to release
their prisoner. I tried reasoning with Woodbine, but he perpetually
shifted his ground, while his assessment of the probable amount of
damage at over forty pounds was so unreasonable that it was useless to
attempt to come to terms.
De Beresford, who had disappeared mysteriously, returned very soon with
a brandy and soda which he bestowed upon Downey, and then finding all
remonstrances with Woodbine quite unavailing, we resumed our seats, St.
Ronots, Elgar and everybody who had taken an active part in the fracas,
having executed a masterly retreat to their respective Colleges,
directly they heard that the Manager had telephoned for the Proctor.
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