"No. Take me to the station," I demanded.
He laid a powerful hand on my arm. "You will do as I tell you."
He was both taller and much stronger than I; but I knew that any such proceeding was quite against police rules, so I tried to wrest myself free.
The attempt was futile; and as the door was opened he seized me and thrust me inside into the arms of a couple of men, who gripped and held me, despite the struggle I made.
The man who had brought me shut the door quickly and, rushing forward, pressed a chloroformed cloth over my mouth and nose.
And then--unconsciousness.
CHAPTER IX
A PERILOUS CRISIS
My first sensation of returning consciousness was that of cold air being blown violently in my face as I was penned in between heavy bodies which crushed so closely against me that movement was impossible, while the throbbing noise of rapidly moving machinery sounded in my ears.
All was indistinct. My head was aching as if it had been split, my brain was dizzy, my senses dazed and chaotic. The ground under me appeared to have come to life and to be racing away from me at lightning speed.