'By God, the murderer!' he cried. 'Here, you fellows,hold him! That's Hannay, the man who did the Portland Place murder!' He gripped me by the arm,and the others crowded round. I wasn't looking for any trouble, but my ill-temper made me play the fool.A policeman came up, and I should have told him the truth, and, if he didn't believe it, demanded to be taken to Scotland Yard, or for that matter to the nearest police station. But a delay at that moment seemed to me unendurable, and the sight of Marmie's imbecile face was more than I could bear. I let out with my left,and had the satisfaction of seeing him measure his length in the gutter.