“Tolliver The anticipated battle did not, in fact, take place. The Runners swarmed out the door of Number 4 Bow Street with a grand hurrah and hollo, only to find no mob to oppose them. The few stragglers still hanging about took to their heels, scattering in all directions. Whether from surprise or in genuine amusement, the band of constables looked one at the other and let out a sudden great roar of laughter, all in concert. “What is it, Jeremy?” demanded Sir John. “What is it strikes them... as so damnably funny?” We stood together in the doorway. The Runners were ranged out in an arc, still looking about them, and still chuckling as the laughter gradually died down. “Why, I don’t know, sir,” said I, “unless it be that they came out looking for a fight, and there was none to be had. The mob has dispersed.” “Well, they may yet have their wish.” Then he shouted out: “Hi, you fellows!MoreLessRead More Read Less
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