"We are found out!" I said, faintly, to my two subordinates. They
stared at me in astonishment. My feelings changed instantly from
the depth of despair to the height of indignation.
"It is the cabman's fault. Get out, one of you," I said, with
dignity--"get out, and punch his head."
Instead of following my directions (I should wish this act of
disobedience to be reported at headquarters) they both looked out
of the window. Before I could pull them back they both sat down
again. Before I could express my just indignation, they both
grinned, and said to me: "Please to look out, sir!"
I did look out. Their cab had stopped.
Where?
At a church door!
What effect this discovery might have had upon the ordinary run
of men I don't know. Being of a strong religious turn myself, it
filled me with horror. I have often read of the unprincipled
cunning of criminal persons, but I never before heard of three
thieves attempting to double on their pursuers by entering a
church! The sacrilegious audacity of that proceeding is, I should
think, unparalleled in the annals of crime.
I checked my grinning subordinates by a frown. It was easy to see
what was passing in their superficial minds. If I had not been
able to look below the surface, I might, on observing two nicely
dressed men and one nicely dressed woman enter a church before
eleven in the morning on a week day, have come to the same hasty
conclusion at which my inferiors had evidently arrived.
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