thought, therefore, he went out of his own course down to the corner of the Square, hurrying his steps till he was running, and then ran along Brook Street, thinking as he went of some special word that he might say to Mr. Kennedy as an excuse, should he again come across his late companion.  He reached the corner of Park Street before that gentleman could have been there unless he also had run; but just in time to see him as he was coming on,—­and also to see in the dark glimmering of the slight uncertain moonlight that the two men were behind him.  He retreated a step backwards in the corner, resolving that when Mr. Kennedy came up, they two would go on together; for now it was clear that Mr. Kennedy was followed.  But Mr. Kennedy did not reach the corner.  When he was within two doors of it, one of the men had followed him up quickly, and had thrown something round his throat from behind him.  Phineas understood well now that his friend was in the act of being garrotted, and that his instant assistance was needed.  He rushed forward, and as the second ruffian had been close upon the footsteps of the first, there was almost instantaneously a concourse of the four men.  But there was no fight.  The man who had already nearly succeeded in putting Mr. Kennedy on to his back, made no attempt to seize his prey when he found that so unwelcome an addition had joined the party, but instantly turned to fly.  His companion was turning also, but Phineas was too quick for him, and having seized on to his collar, held to him with all his power.  “Dash it all,” said the man, “didn’t yer see as how I was a-hurrying up to help the gen’leman myself?” Phineas, however, hadn’t seen this, and held on gallantly, and in a couple of minutes the first ruffian was back again upon the spot in the custody of a policeman.  “You’ve done it uncommon neat, sir,” said the policeman, complimenting Phineas upon his performance.  “If the gen’leman ain’t none the worst for it, it’ll have been a very pretty evening’s amusement.”  Mr. Kennedy was now leaning against the railings, and hitherto had been unable to declare whether he was really injured or not, and it was not till a second policeman came up that the hero of the night was at liberty to attend closely to his friend.

Mr. Kennedy, when he was able to speak, declared that for a minute or two he had thought that his neck had been broken; and he was not quite convinced till he found himself in his own house, that nothing more serious had really happened to him than certain bruises round his throat.  The policeman was for a while anxious that at any rate Phineas should go with him to the police-office; but at last consented to take the addresses of the two gentlemen.  When he found that Mr. Kennedy was a member of Parliament, and that he was designated as Right Honourable, his respect for the garrotter became more great, and he began to feel that the night was indeed a night of great importance.  He expressed unbounded admiration at Mr. Finn’s success in his own line, and made repeated promises that the men should be forthcoming on the morrow.  Could a cab be got?  Of course a cab could be got.  A cab was got, and within a quarter of an hour of the making of the attack, the two members of Parliament were on their way to Grosvenor Place.