‘What is it?’ she asked. She was by no means taken with the look of him.
His manner changed on hearing her voice.
‘I’m lost. Dunno where I am,’ he said.
‘This is Regent Street. The New Gallery cinema’s just behind you,’ she told him, and turned to go.
‘Just show me where the kerb is, miss, will you?’ he said.
She hesitated, and in that moment he came close. The outstretched hand sought and touched her sleeve. He lunged forward, and caught both her arms in a painful grip.
‘So you can see, can you!’ he said. ‘Why the hell should you be able to see when I can’t—nor anyone else?’
Before she realized what was happening, he had turned her and tripped her, and she was lying in the road with his knee in her back. He caught both her wrists in the grasp of one large hand, and proceeded to tie
