"What for?"

"To g-g-get away from the--what was it?"

"Bomb," said one of the policemen; and Peter was astounded that for
a moment he forgot to be a nervous wreck.

"Bomb!" he cried; and at the same moment one of the policemen lifted
him to his feet.

"Can you stand up?" he demanded; and Peter tried, and found that he
could, and forgot that he couldn't. He was covered with blood and
dirt, and was an unpresentable object, but he was really relieved to
discover that his limbs were intact.

"What's your name?" demanded one of the policemen, and when Peter
answered, he asked, "Where do you work?"

"I got no job," replied Peter.

"Where'd you work last?" And then another broke in, "What did you
crawl in there for?"

"My God!" cried Peter. "I wanted to get away!"

The policemen seemed to find it suspicious that he had stayed hidden
so long. They were in a state of excitement themselves, it appeared;
a terrible crime had been committed, and they were hunting for any
trace of the criminal. Another man came up, not dressed in uniform,
but evidently having authority, and he fell onto Peter, demanding to