City police to interfere in the West End work."
"Have you not some old police constable, a reserve man, who would be willing to earn a little money at a job of the kind?" Mr. Cantlie asked.
"Well, there might be—let us see."
And here a number of men fell good-naturedly to discussing whom they could recall to memory. Well, yes; they thought So-and-so would do.
"Where does he live?"
"Oh! he lives in Leytonstone. You could not get him to-night: this is Sunday, you know."
Sunday I should think it was, and my head in the balance. After a long discussion a man's name was suggested, and they got rid of the persistent doctor. The man's address was Gibston Square, Islington.
But before starting thence, Mr. Cantlie thought he would give the newspapers
