But there can hardly be any doubt that this fellow was alone, and acting as a sort of scout or vedette.

We had the utmost difficulty in following him along Oxford Street, and I am sure that my chauffeur has been reported by a score of constables on point duty for exceeding the speed limit and disregarding signals to halt.

To come to the material facts, the chase took us up the Edgware road.

We tore along at a tremendous rate after passing the Welsh Harp.

Overhaul the fellow we could not, until on the outskirts of St.
Albans, when he deliberately slowed up, as though to allow us to pass.
Mr.Furneaux flew at him like a terrier grappling a rat, but the man made no resistance.