“Sir Mark Jerrold?”
“Yes. What is this intrusion?”
“Upstairs, sir, quick. Stop the young lady from coming down.”
The man’s manner was so impressive that it forced Sir Mark to act, and he shouted up the broad staircase:
“Edie! one moment—not yet.”
Then, as if resenting the fact that he should have obeyed this man, he turned sharply in time to hear the words:
“James Dale—in the queen’s name. Here is my warrant. No nonsense; we are three to one.”
The bridegroom was struggling in the policemen’s arms, and in the hand which he freed there was a revolver.