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The Six Napoleons

However, Lestrade was anxious to get his man safely locked away. We sent for our cab which arrived a few minutes later, and we all went back to central London. Our captive did not say a word, but glared at us from the shadow of his tangled hair. Once, when he thought he could reach my hand, he tried to bite it like a hungry wolf. At the police-station we learned that a search of the prisoner's clothing had found nothing but a few shillings and a long knife. But the handle of the knife had many signs of recent blood on it.