is all here,” he announced. “All the details of his evil-doing. Cheating, fraud and outright theft. Enough to put him away for the rest of his life. I have allowed him to make me a part of his deeds, but now I hate what I have become.”
Lord Westbridge let out a roar and tried to make a dash for the door. But quick as a flash the policeman snapped a pair of handcuffs on him.
“I arrest you on charges of fraud, theft –”
Lord Westbridge’s face was ghastly as his wicked deeds caught up with him and in front of such a distinguished gathering.
Louisa stood transfixed, hardly able to believe that all this was happening.
The policeman finished reading out the charges. The wedding guests listened to him, astonished.
“This wedding is over,” the policeman informed them. “The bridegroom has an urgent appointment, which will detain him for some years.”
“I will make you sorry for this outrage!” Lord Westbridge snarled at the world in general.
“We will be leaving now, sir.” The policeman addressed Compton. “Bring those papers to the Police Station,” he ordered.
Compton gathered them up. He was smiling.