PART II.  The Country of the Saints.
6. CHAPTER VI.  A CONTINUATION OF THE REMINISCENCES OF JOHN WATSON, M.D.
 
OUR prisoner's furious resistance did not apparently indicate 
 any ferocity in his disposition towards ourselves, for on 
 finding himself powerless, he smiled in an affable manner, 
 and expressed his hopes that he had not hurt any of us in the 
 scuffle.  "I guess you're going to take me to the police-station," 
 he remarked to Sherlock Holmes.  "My cab's at the door.  
 If you'll loose my legs I'll walk down to it.  I'm not so light 
 to lift as I used to be." 
Gregson and Lestrade exchanged glances as if they thought 
 this proposition rather a bold one; but Holmes at once took 
 the prisoner at his word, and loosened the towel which we had 
 bound round his ankles. He rose and stretched his legs, 
 as though to assure himself that they were free once more.  
 I remember that I thought to myself, as I eyed him, that I had 
 seldom seen a more powerfully built man; and his dark 
 sunburned face bore an expression of determination and energy 
 which was as formidable as his personal strength. 
"If there's a vacant place for a chief of the police, 
 I reckon you are the man for it," he said, gazing with 
 undisguised admiration at my fellow-lodger.  "The way you 
 kept on my trail was a caution." 
"You had better come with me," said Holmes to the two detectives. 
"I can drive you," said Lestrade. 
"Good! and Gregson can come inside with me.  You too, Doctor, 
 you have taken an interest in the case and may as well stick 
 to us." 
I assented gladly, and we all descended together.  Our 
 prisoner made no attempt at escape, but stepped calmly into 
 the cab which had been his, and we followed him.  Lestrade 
 mounted the box, whipped up the horse, and brought us in a 
 very short time to our destination.  We were ushered into a 
 small chamber where a police Inspector noted down our 
 prisoner's name and the names of the men with whose murder he 
 had been charged.  The official was a white-faced unemotional 
 man, who went through his duties in a dull mechanical way.  
 "The prisoner will be put before the magistrates in the 
 course of the week," he said; "in the mean time, Mr. 
 Jefferson Hope, have you anything that you wish to say?  
 I must warn you that your words will be taken down, and may 
 be used against you." 
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