Sixty Days to Live
“‘I haven’t been throwing any bottles.’ ‘You can tell that to the magistrate in the morning,’ the big man panted. He had an ugly bruise over one eye and no cause whatever to feel tolerant towards the rioters.
‘I didn’t assault you and I’m not drunk. You’ve got no right to arrest me.’ Derek struggled to free himself from the iron grip of his captor.
‘Oh, yes, I have—participating in riotous assembly; and I’ll add “resisting arrest” to that if you’re not careful.’ ‘All right, then. But hang on a minute.’ Lavina had been pulled a dozen yards away by the young Special. She was still weeping hysterically and making little resistance, but Derek pointed with his free hand anxiously towards her.
‘Listen, Sergeant. That lady I was with—she’s Lady Curry. For goodness’ sake don’t separate me from her at a time like this.’ ‘I don’t care if she’s the Duchess of Dartmoor’ grunted the Sergeant with heavy humour. ‘Men one way and women the other.
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