in answer to a telephone call
This morning at four o’clock, in answer to a telephone call, Detective-Sergeant Miller, accompanied by another officer, went to 84, Cavendish Mansions, a flat occupied by Mrs. Meredith, and there found and took into custody Dr. Algernon Thun, who had escaped from Norwood Asylum. In the room was also found a man named Hoggins, a person well known to the police. It appears that Hoggins had effected an entrance into Mrs. Meredith’s flat, descending from the roof by means of a rope, making his way into the premises through the window of Mrs. Meredith’s bedroom. Whilst there he was detected by Mrs. Meredith, who would undoubtedly have been murdered had not Dr. Thun, who, in some mysterious manner, had gained admission to the flat, intervened. In the struggle that followed the doctor, who is suffering from the delusion of persecution, severely wounded the man, who is not expected to live. He then turned his attention to the lady. Happily an old man who works at the flat, who was sleeping on the premises at the time, was roused by the sound of the struggle, and succeeded in releasing the lady from the maniacal grasp of the intruder. The wounded burglar was removed to hospital and the lunatic was taken to the police station and was afterwards sent under a strong guard to the asylum from whence he had escaped. He made a rambling statement to the police to the effect that General Foch had assisted his escape and had directed him to the home of his persecutors.”
Jean Briggerland put down the paper and laughed.
“It is nothing to snigger about,” growled Briggerland savagely.
“If I didn’t laugh I should do something more emotional,” said the girl coolly. “To think that that fool should go back and make the attempt single-handed. I never imagined that.”
“Faire tells me that he’s not expected to live,” said Mr. Briggerland. He rubbed his bald head irritably. “I wonder if that lunatic is going to talk?”
“What does it matter if he does?” said the girl impatiently.
“You said the other day—-” he began.
“The other day it mattered, my dear father. To-day nothing matters very much. I think we have got well out of it. I ignored all the lessons which my textbook teaches when I entrusted work to other hands. Jaggs,” she said softly.
“Eh?” said the father.
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