Mr.Biggleswade dropped Elizabeth and tore viciously at Tinker's hands.

The passengers and porters came crowding round, and the moment the throng was thick enough, Tinker dropped to his feet and gripped Elizabeth by the arm, shouting, "Police! Police!" Mr.Biggleswade struggled to choke Blazer off his leg.

A police inspector pushed through the crowd, and cried, "What's all this ?" "The young rascal has enticed away my little girl, and brought her up to London!" cried Mr.Biggleswade, who had divested himself of Blazer, and was holding him off by the collar; and with the other hand he grabbed at Elizabeth.
"It's a lie!" cried Tinker, as the inspector grasped his shoulder.
"This is Elizabeth Kernaby! He stole her!" And on the words he jerked off her hat and wig.
At the sight of the fuzzy little bare poll light slowly dawned on the inspector; but even more quickly Mr.Biggleswade had seen that the game was up, flung Blazer away from him, and bolted through the barrier.
The Inspector rushed after him; but Blazer, who apparently had not had enough of Mr.Biggleswade's calf, outstripped him, and pinned the fugitive on the very step of a hansom.
When Tinker and Elizabeth, escorted by an excited and applauding crowd, came out of the station they found Mr.Biggleswade, the inspector, two constables, and Blazer in a tangled, battling group.

Tinker saw his chance of escaping any further aid from the police, thrust Elizabeth into a hansom, gave the cabman the address, whistled Blazer out of the fight, jumped in after her, and drove off amid the cheers of the crowd.
By the time the dishevelled police had Mr.Biggleswade secured, and could turn their attention to them, the children were half a mile away.
Tinker's hands had been torn by the savage rascal, and on the way to Cadogan Square he was busy staunching their bleeding.

By tearing his handkerchief in two he managed with Elizabeth's aid to bandage both; but he was vexed that they must make such an unpleasant appearance before her relatives.