The Six Napoleons
However, Lestrade was anxious to get his man safely locked away. Within a few minutes our cab had been summoned and we were all upon our way to central London. Our captive did not say a word, but glared at us from the shadow of his matted hair. Once, when my hand seemed within his reach, he snapped at it with his teeth like a hungry wolf. At the police-station we learned that a search of the prisoner's clothing revealed nothing save a few shillings and a long knife, the handle of which held copious signs of recent blood.