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CHAPTER XXII. IN THE EMPORIUMshouted the other. I dashed around a corner and camefull tilt–a faceless figure, mind you!–on a lanky lad of fifteen.He yelled and I bowled him over, rushed past him,turned another corner, and by a happy inspiration threwmyself behind a counter. In another moment feet wentrunning past and I heard voices shouting, ’All hands tothe doors!’ asking what was ’up,’ and giving one anotheradvice how to catch me."Lying on the ground, I felt scared out of my wits. But–odd as it may seem–it did not occur to me at the momentto take off my clothes as I should have done. I had madeup my mind, I suppose, to get away in them, and thatruled me. And then down the vista of the counters camea bawling of ’Here he is!’"I sprang to my feet, whipped a chair off the counter,and sent it whirling at the fool who had shouted, turned,came into another round a corner, sent him spinning, andrushed up the stairs. He kept his footing, gave a viewhallo, and came up the staircase hot after me. Up the staircasewere piled a multitude of those bright-coloured potthings–what are they?""Art pots," suggested Kemp."That’s it! Art pots. Well, I turned at the top step and200
CHAPTER XXII. IN THE EMPORIUMswung round, plucked one out of a pile and smashed iton his silly head as he came at me. The whole pile ofpots went headlong, and I heard shouting and footstepsrunning from all parts. I made a mad rush for the refreshmentplace, and there was a man in white like a mancook, who took up the chase. I made one last desperateturn and found myself among lamps and ironmongery. Iwent behind the counter of this, and waited for my cook,and as he bolted in at the head of the chase, I doubled himup with a lamp. Down he went, and I crouched down behindthe counter and began whipping off my clothes asfast as I could. Coat, jacket, trousers, shoes were all right,but a lambswool vest fits a man like a skin. I heard moremen coming, my cook was lying quiet on the other sideof the counter, stunned or scared speechless, and I hadto make another dash for it, like a rabbit hunted out of awood-pile."’This way, policeman!’ I heard someone shouting. Ifound myself in my bedstead storeroom again, and at theend of a wilderness of wardrobes. I rushed among them,went flat, got rid of my vest after infinite wriggling, andstood a free man again, panting and scared, as the policemanand three of the shopmen came round the corner.They made a rush for the vest and pants, and collared201
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CHAPTER XXII. IN THE EMPORIUM
shouted the other. I dashed around a corner and came
full tilt–a faceless figure, mind you!–on a lanky lad of fifteen.
He yelled and I bowled him over, rushed past him,
turned another corner, and by a happy inspiration threw
myself behind a counter. In another moment feet went
running past and I heard voices shouting, ’All hands to
the doors!’ asking what was ’up,’ and giving one another
advice how to catch me.
"Lying on the ground, I felt scared out of my wits. But–
odd as it may seem–it did not occur to me at the moment
to take off my clothes as I should have done. I had made
up my mind, I suppose, to get away in them, and that
ruled me. And then down the vista of the counters came
a bawling of ’Here he is!’
"I sprang to my feet, whipped a chair off the counter,
and sent it whirling at the fool who had shouted, turned,
came into another round a corner, sent him spinning, and
rushed up the stairs. He kept his footing, gave a view
hallo, and came up the staircase hot after me. Up the staircase
were piled a multitude of those bright-coloured pot
things–what are they?"
"Art pots," suggested Kemp.
"That’s it! Art pots. Well, I turned at the top step and
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