I shall crash it against the stone steps.

It will hurl them and all of these people into eternity and me with them.

But I shall LIVE--a martyr to the Cause.

And the Cause will flourish!" Through the unsuspecting crowd, like a football player diving for a tackle, Philip hurled himself upon a little dark man standing close to the open door of the court carriage.

From the rear Philip seized him around the waist and locked his arms behind him, elbow to elbow.
Philip's face, appearing over the man's shoulder, stared straight into that of the policeman.
"He has a bomb in his right-hand pocket!" yelled Philip.