In
Golding Road I sought to throw it down an area, but was frustrated
in like manner. The whole night police of London seemed to have
nothing else to do but prevent my getting rid of that goose.
"They appeared so anxious about it that I fancied they might like
to have it. I went up to one in Camden Street. I called him
'Bobby,' and asked him if he wanted a goose.
"'I'll tell you what I don't want,' he replied severely, 'and that
is none of your sauce.'
"He was very insulting, and I naturally answered him back. What
actually passed I forget, but it ended in his announcing his
intention of taking me in charge.
"I slipped out of his hands and bolted down King Street. He blew
his whistle and started after me. A man sprang out from a doorway
in College Street and tried to stop me. I tied him up with a butt
in the stomach, and cut through the Crescent, doubling back into
the Camden Road by Batt Street.
"At the Canal Bridge I looked behind me, and could see no one. I
dropped the goose over the parapet, and it fell with a splash into
the water.
"Heaving a sigh of relief, I turned and crossed into Randolph
Street, and there a constable collared me.
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