“Stop!” he roared. “I am a magistrate. Constables: your duty.”
The mob fell back, and as five men, with whom was Thickens, seized upon Hallam, Millicent tottered into the circle and sank at her husband’s knees.
“Saved!” she sobbed, “saved!”
For the first time Hallam found his voice, and cried, as he tried to shake himself free:
“This—this is a mistake—constables. Loose me. These men—”
“It is no mistake, Mr Hallam, you are arrested for embezzlement,” said the mounted man sternly.
“Three cheers for Sir Gordon Bourne and Dixons’,” shouted one in the crowd.
Christie Bayle had just time to catch Millicent Hallam in his arms as her senses left her, and with a piteous moan she sank back utterly stunned.