第785章 MR. POLICEMAN AND THE COOK.(2)

I was then attached to a station in the northern district of London--which I beg permission not to mention more particularly.

On a certain Monday in the week, I took my turn of night duty. Up to four in the morning, nothing occurred at the station-house out of the ordinary way. It was then springtime, and, between the gas and the fire, the room became rather hot. I went to the door to get a breath of fresh air--much to the surprise of our Inspector on duty, who was constitutionally a chilly man. There was a fine rain falling; and a nasty damp in the air sent me back to the fireside. I don't suppose I had sat down for more than a minute when the swinging-door was violently pushed open. A frantic woman ran in with a scream, and said: "Is this the station-house?"Our Inspector (otherwise an excellent officer) had, by some perversity of nature, a hot temper in his chilly constitution.