’ByGod，themurderer！’hecried。’Here，youfellows，holdhim！
That’sHannay，themanwhodidthePortlandPlacemurder！’Hegrippedmebythearm，andtheotherscrowdedround。
Iwasn’tlookingforanytrouble，butmyill-tempermademeplaythefool。Apolicemancameup，andIshouldhavetoldhimthetruth，and，ifhedidn’tbelieveit，demandedtobetakentoScotlandYard，orforthatmattertothenearestpolicestation。Butadelayatthatmomentseemedtomeunendurable，andthesightofMarmie’simbecilefacewasmorethanIcouldbear。Iletoutwithmyleft，andhadthesatisfactionofseeinghimmeasurehislengthinthegutter。
Thenbegananunholyrow。Theywereallonmeatonce，andthepolicemantookmeintherear。Igotinoneortwogoodblows，forIthink，withfairplay，Icouldhavelickedthelotofthem，butthepolicemanpinnedmebehind，andoneofthemgothisfingersonmythroat。
ThroughablackcloudofrageIheardtheofficerofthelawaskingwhatwasthematter，andMarmie，betweenhisbrokenteeth，declaringthatIwasHannaythemurderer。