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He
was allowed to spend the night at home. In the morning, a Mountie
drove him to
Winnipeg.
“When
we came into the office, I without handcuffs or anything, the
staff was rather surprised, and wondered what I was in for. I
was ordered to hang up my coat and take a seat, during which time
my Mountie explained what it was all about. After a while I was
told by another Mountie to follow him. I was asked to take off
my jacket and a number was pinned on my shirt. Then I was asked
to sit on a high chair whereupon I was photographed from front
and both sides. Then I was sent to another room and my fingerprints
were taken. Then I was sent back to the waiting rooms."
“I was there all by myself until about 2:30, when my Mountie came
and told me to get ready. We then went to his car and the took
me to Vaughan Street . Then he went out and the guard shut the
barred doors. I then noticed that I was in jail. I sat down on
the bench, with my coat and rubbers on. I didn't think that it
was worthwhile to take them off. Nothing happened for some time.”
Then
the police brought in a homeless man.
“So now I was there alone again with the snoring prisoner. Except
for changing sides he slept and snored without interruption. At
about five o'clock the outside door opened again. Two men came
into the office and asked the guard, “What have you got for us
today?” The guard open the door to our room. A big policeman walked
in and shouted, “Line up!” In an instant the other fellow was
on his feet. He put on his cap and coat in a hurry, walked up
the policeman and held out his left hand."
“The policeman put on a handcuff, then looked at me, and in a
loud voice said, “You there. Come here!” All this time I sat here
and watched, never thinking that I was to be included in this
line up. He asked for my right arm, pulled it up to the handcuff,
and clamped it on my right hand. I was now handcuffed to this
vagrant. The policeman then ordered us to follow him to the bus.
He opened the door and told us to get in. Inside were several
more policemen and one ordered us to take a seat on the right
side of the bus. The seat was rather tight as we had our coats
on. I did not feel very good sitting in such a tight spot with
this vagrant. However, regardless of how hard I tried to create
some distance between us, it was impossible.” [TTbP,
71-78]
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