CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
The crowd outside the Police Office had grown, with hundreds of women and a few men demanding to know what was happening. The four uniformed police at the gate looked relieved when the two sergeants appeared.
“These women are getting restless, Sergeant Murdoch,” MacPherson said. “We’ve already had to push them back a couple of times, and there are more of them all the time.”
“We’ll have to forgo our plans and deal with this lot first, George,” Murdoch said. “The public will have to wait its turn.”
Watters nodded. “I’ll speak to them.” He mounted the steps to give him more height.
The women glared at him with some shouting insults. Somebody threw an apple core, which turned end-on-end as it flew towards Watters and ended in a smear against the wall.
“Ladies!” Watt
