The Arkansaw traveler., 1888-01-28
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 "And suppose say I sha'n't come?" said the man with a contemptuous laugh.
 "Then l shall arrest you in the queens name," replied the valiant constable. And producing his hand cuffs he made vicious grab at the stranger. Perhaps the tall man was taken aback at this unexpected dis play of resolute government. At any rate, he stood quite still, much to MT. Tidywaite's relief, and allowed the bracelets to be slipped on to his wrists. Then he began to move of.
 "Stop!" cried the special "we are going the the other way"
 "l ain't!' said the tall man. "You can if you like"
 Unfortunately, however, MT. Tidy waite had taken the precaution of at- taching the handcuffs tightly round his own waist. The prisoner showed no disposition to stop, and as his ad- vantage in strength more than coun- terbalanced the specials superiority in weight, and as, moreover, the pave- ment was too slippery to afford any foothold for resistance, Mir. Tidy waite felt himself reluctantly com- pelled to follow.
 "Help, help" he cried, frantically, as he found himself being hurried into trot.
 "Stuff his respirator into his mouth, Mike," said the tall man, "and tie his muller over it, or he'll rouse the whole neighborhood."
 This was quickly done, in spite of MT. Tidywaite's resistance, and the unfortunate special found himself again dragged off behind his prisoner, while each of the accomplices held one of his arms.
 There was just one hope, he thought, of escape. He was being marched towards Baker street, where he knew that other special constables were on duty. The idea, however. seemed to strike the conspirators as soon as himself, for, at word from the tall man, one of the others pres ently took the key of the handcuffs from MT. Tidywaite's pocket, and in another moment the special himself was handcuffed, while the tall man took possession of the truncheon, and transferred the constable's armlet to his own arm. No sooner was this done than they met pair of specials on their beat.
 "It's all right" said the tall man, in answer to question from one of the constables. "He was drunk and dis orderly, and assaulted this gentleman here. But we've got him safe enough now" Poor MT. Tidywaite was just attempting to explain matters when he was hurriedly carried on by his captors, and not allowed to again stop until the party arrived at a dingy- looking house in the neighbor- hood of High street, Marylebone, where the prisoner was conducted to large room, scantily furnished, in the upper part of the house.
 A very few minutes observation satisfied the terrified banker that he was in nest of conspirators of dark and malignant character. To begin with, his three companions as they entered the house ono and all assumed black masks. They exchanged re- marks, too, in language which MT. Tidywaite had never heard before, and addressed one another by numbers in- stead of names. The prisoner was bidden to sit down at one end of the room. His pockets were turned ont, and his stock of provisions were dis tributed among the gang, who dis posed of them, excepting the cough lozenges, with evident relish. Then, on his solemnly swearing neither to move nor speak, the handcuffs were removed, and an individual known apparently as "Number Siven" took up his post beside him, pistol in hand. In the course of half an hour, two or three other desperadoes, all masked and armed, dropped in and took their seats at table at the other end of the room. When half-a-d dozen were thus assembled "Number Siven," at word from the tall man, led the prisoner into a small room adjoining. "The council are going to consider your case," said Number Siven. "Ye'n know your sinthence in the course of half an hour. In the meantime keep quiet, or we're did man."
 "One moment" whispered the banker, as his jailer was about to leave the room. "You cannot object to tell me who you are and where I am."
 "Sure ye can guess?"
 ''1 may be wrong; let me know the worst"
 "Ye're just in the hands of the Clam na- Gael, and the gintlemen to whom ye've been inthrojuced are the executive council of the London di- vision-more power to them!" And with that Number Siven hastily re- tired.