“Have you had enough?” he asked. “Or shall I give you another dose?”
For one moment it seemed that Jones would renew the fight; but after a look at the rapidly gathering crowd, he turned and walked away.
“Three cheers for the old boy,” shouted a youngster in the crowd.
The cheers were given with a will.
At that moment a hand was laid on Mr. Willing’s shoulder. The latter turned to face a policeman.
“You are under arrest,” said the officer. “Come with me.”
In vain Mr. Willing protested. The officer was firm. Finally Mr. Willing consented to go without trouble.
“If you’ll step into my car, I’ll drive you to the station,” he said.
The policeman accepted this offer.
Shirley, perceiving her father in the hands of the law, was frightened. Mr. Willing reassured her, however, when he stepped into the car, and ordered the chauffeur to drive to police headquarters.