THE EPISODE OF “NO 13”

Hokitika Guardian, 3 February 1928, Page 1

THE EPISODE OF “NO 13”

LONDON. Dec. ■>. Detective Forrett related the episode ol' “No 13” at Marlborough Street Police Court yesterday when Edward and Thomas, two athletic young men who had been run down in a hue-and-cry chase, appeared before Mr Mead, the magistrate. The detective saw Edward carrying heavily laden sacks outside the shop of a dealer in old metal in Tottenham Street. W.. and the officer followed him until iie joined Thomas in No. 13, a house in Foley Street. \Y.. owned by the Middlesex Hospital. When the two men left the unlucky nu in her a hot chase, conducted by Detective Ferrell and other officers, ended on the platform of Warren street Station, where the two men \.eie arrested for stealing lead, all the rooms of No. 1-, holey street liming been stripped of lead piping, much of which was found in sacks in the basement of No 13. Edward handed in a written statement from the dock complaining that hi., wife called him a gaolbird because he could not get any work', and he pleaded that his feet were sore and his boots worn out looking for work. “He was bound over at tne Central Criminal Court last Monday week f°*' a similar offence.” announced Detective Ferrett. “Who was the judge?” inquired Mr Mead. The detective was not sure, and with a grim smile, the magistrate remanded the unlawful occupants of No. 13. ***** Marie, who wore a pink rose in her bosom and purple feathers in her hat,

admitted that she had been frequenting Hyde Park for four years and so strongly objected to being arrested by strange policemen. “I am used to ‘o’ Division.” she said petulantly, “and 1 don’t see why an ‘A’ Division man should butt into ‘C’ Division's heal.' “I don’t see where the etiquette comes in,” remarked Mr Mead. “.Suppose you (addressing P.O. G08A) saw a murder committed outside a Hyde Park gate would you interfere”' “1 certainly would.” replied I’.C. GOSA. “Precisely,” said Mr Mead, making the fine lbs. “It isn’t fair,” persisted Marie. “The ‘.Vs’ have no right- on the T'V heat.” Middle-aged men in their cups do queer things, hut Thomas Stubbs has the distinction of being the first elderly man in the records of the Marlborough street Police Court'to enjoy himself ljv throwing stones in tile West End. ’ Tlie sight of unlimited ammunition at the Piccadilly excavations reminded him of the pastimes of his early youth, and he was joyously throwing stones, with more energy than accuracy. when he was arrested by a constable who objected to being a target. Arthur, wearing a morning coni that had seen better days, looked something between a retired waiter and a resting actor. He had tried to get. up an argument with the sentry on duty outside St. James’s Palace, hut he might ju-st as well have tried to argue with St. Paul’s Cathedral. The sentry, after looking right over the top of Arthur’s head, lost none of his dignity, but Arthur, mistaking the disciplined silence for agreement, proceeded to develop Til's points until a constable removed him for being drunk. Arthur, solemnly saluting, went quietfr. and ultimately paid os—not an expensive fine for an unusual experience. Mistress McCarthy, who had returned from n visit to Scotland, was si-

delighted at meeting Mistress Palmer at the Bayswnter. side of Hyde Park that slm sang with more fervour than liarmouiy. Not to be outdone, Mistress Palmer danced a Scottish reel, and they were enjoying themselves hugely when P.C. flflo requested them to leave the park. Cndcr the influence of the national spirit the two middle-aged women continued to celebrate the joy of reunion and bang went l()s in consequence.