Hutter walked over with a bitter face, stood at attention at the edge of the crowd, waiting to be "defeated in one move."
Colly swung his police baton, kicked forward, but before he could swing his Civilization Cane, the gambler he had pounded on the ground seemed to recover suddenly and jumped up to knock Colly down.
The gambler straddled Colly, swinging his fist and gritting his teeth, "You damn well beat me, look clearly who I am, I am Lower House Member Benjamin Disraeli!"
But his small stature was no match for an officer from Scotland Yard who was weathered by sun and wind. He had only punched twice before Colly flipped him to the ground.
"You're Disraeli? If you're Disraeli, then I must be Duke Arthur Wellesley of Wellington!"
Colly roared angrily as he picked up the unlucky chap who claimed to be a member and pressed him back down to the ground, his movements crisp, quick, and without hesitation.
