midnight
There was , of course , no doubt that Upton and Dyer would move heaven and earth to rediscover me , therefore in my journey forward I was compelled to exercise all caution . On consulting my road-book I found that the spot where I had pulled up was about three miles from Wurzen , on the main Leipzig road , therefore I decided to give the latter city a wide berth , and took a number of intricate by-roads towards Magdeburg , hoping to be able to put the car in safe keeping somewhere , and get thence by rail across to Cologne and Rotterdam , in which city I might find a safe asylum . Any attempt to reach Turin was now impossible , and when late that night I entered the little town of Dessau I sent a carefully worded telegram to Bindo at the little newspaper-shop in the Tottenham Court Road , explaining that , though free , I was still in peril of arrest . Shortly after midnight , while passing through a little town called Zerbst , half-way between Dessau and Magdeburg , I heard a loud shouting behind me , and , turning , saw a policeman approaching hurriedly . `` Where are you from ? '' he inquired breathlessly . `` From Berlin , '' was my prompt answer .