They all felt themselves to be in an awkward position.

Once out of the room, it would be difficult for any police officer to associate them in any way with the crime.
The odds were forty to one.

Why not make a break for liberty?
A rush was made for the struggling pair at the door.
"Get back there!" roared the Sergeant, swinging his baton and holding off his man with the other hand.
At the same instant the doctor, springing up from his patient, and taking in the situation, put down his head and bored through the crowd in the manner which at one time had been the admiration and envy of his fellow-students in Manitoba College, till he found himself side by side with the Sergeant.
"Well done!" cried the Sergeant in cheerful approval, "you are the lad! We will just be teaching these chaps a fery good lesson, whateffer," continued the Sergeant, lapsing in his excitement into his native dialect.
"Here you," he cried to the big Dalmatian who was struggling and kicking in a frenzy of fear and rage, "will you not keep quiet?
Take that then." And he laid no gentle tap with his baton across the head of his captive.
The Dalmatian staggered to the wall and collapsed.

There was a flash of steel and a click, and he lay handcuffed and senseless at the Sergeant's side.
"I hate to do that," said the Sergeant apologetically, "but on this occasion it cannot be helped.

That was a good one, Doctor," he continued, as the doctor planted his left upon an opposing Galician chin, thereby causing a sudden subsidence of its owner.