Charles cried out. 'Don't let him out of your sight. After him, close, to Bow Street!'

I looked back, and saw Césarine, half fainting, on the front door steps, while Dolly, bathed in tears, stood supporting the lady’s-maid, and trying to comfort her. It was clear she had not anticipated this end to the adventure.

'Goodness gracious!' Charles screamed out, in a fresh fever of alarm, as we turned the first corner; 'where's that hansom gone to? How do I know the fellow was a policeman at all? We should have taken the man in here. We ought never to have let him get out of our sight. For all we can tell to the contrary, the constable himself—may only be one of Colonel Clay's confederates!'

And we drove in trepidation all the way to Bow Street.