"I have stepped out of my place in the procession, and come to join you at your window, here in the quiet old inn of 'Content.' I want to forget the fight in the market-place. Help me to forget it! Let us forget the past, avoid looking at the future--what the future will bring who can say?--and live, for the time being, in the present." Uncle Bond, and Judith--their astonishment at his real identity once over, and their astonishment would be amusing!--would not refuse such an appeal. After all, had it not always been their way, in Paradise, to live in the present? Judith and he, at any rate, had always lived in the present. Judith! What would she think? What would she say? She would understand his hesitation, his backwardness, his--apparent halfheartedness--now! She would be generous. Judith? Judith would not fail him-- By this time, the car was running through one of the more popular shopping districts in the inner suburbs. The shops on either side of the sunlit road, were still gaily decorated. The pavements were crowded. In the road, there was a good deal of traffic about, and the King had to drive, for the time being, more circumspectly. The stalls of an open air market provided an exasperating obstruction. Ultimately he had to pull up, and wait for an opening. This necessity served to recall him completely to his immediate surroundings. It was then, while he waited, chafing with impatience at the delay, that he first became aware that the police were abroad in unusual numbers. Impassive, and motionless, the police stood, in little groups, here and there, in the crowd. The distance between one group, and the next group, of the burly, blue uniformed men seemed to have been carefully regulated. A sudden thrill of fear, which was not far removed from panic, ran through the King. Were the police concentrating already in accordance with their secret orders? It looked very much like it. He glanced hastily at his watch. It was nearly a quarter to twelve. Where were the barriers, of which the old Duke had spoken, likely to be? Here, or, perhaps, even further out, on the outskirts of the town, almost certainly. And he had still to make good his escape! Hitherto he had never doubted that he would make good his escape. Now, with the police already concentrating, and taking up their position in the streets, he could be no longer sure that he would get away, in time. Fortunately, at that moment, the road, at last, cleared. The King hastily let out the car once again. Then he opened out the engine, recklessly, to its fullest extent. This was no time for careful driving. The powerfully engined car did not fail him at his need. Sweeping clear of the traffic immediately in front, it was soon rushing along the level surface of the tramway track which led on, out into the outer suburbs.