A Call of Nature
A CALL OF NATURE When the train approached an underground station in central London , I felt an urgent call of nature. As I disembarked and left the station, I looked for a facility. A signpost directed me downwards. For a minute I hesitated. A few days earlier, an armed robbery had been carried out in that type of place. Still, a pressing need forced me to proceed. In any event, my fears were allayed by the sight of an urbane looking London policeman, wearing a helmet, a navy-blue uniform – known as a bobby in those days - strolling with dignified calm through the busy square adjacent to the station. I was further comforted when a casual passer-by muttered to his companion that, usually, two members of the force kept the peace in this place. Could any criminals dare to show their hand just when the city of London furnished such excellent guardians for the protection of ...