“For goodness’ sake drive on!” shouted Harker to the cabman.
It seemed ages before the lumbering obstruction had completed its revolution and drawn to one side sufficiently to allow them to pass.
In another minute the cab dashed to the door of the court.
It was open, and the knot of idlers on the pavement showed them that some case of interest was at that moment going on.
They made their way to the policeman who stood on duty.
“Court’s full—stand back, please. Can’t go in,” said that official.
“What case is it?”
“Stand back, please—can’t go in,” repeated the stolid functionary.
“Please tell us—”
“Stand back there!” once more shouted the sentinel, growing rather more peremptory.