six A.M.
; and now arose a hustling , huddled impulses , and now in full vogue that grave noising of congregations when the voice of God jogs them ; while Harris , excessively pallid , handcuffed , began to whistle ; a number of other police now seeking the crowd 's centre , but with difficulty ; a cab , too , slowly making a way which closed like water round it : and when this had nearly reached him , Harris , in his eagerness to get in , sprang far toward it -- and slipped . He never rose again : the crowd rolled over his last howl , and in the midst of a great row as of hounds , trampled him to a paste . About that very time that better man whom he had stabbed , in tying up in bed a bundle of old papers , was saying : `` Yes , I will go to my people '' ... . And by six A.M. he was up , in his study , dressed , looking quite owlish with his excess of eyes , which , however , danced at the first news of the morning -- the arrival at Portsmouth of the _ Boodah II _ . , which had raced like a carrier-bird since 8.30 P.M. of the 29th , full of the news of the vanished _ Mahomet _ : on her being 200 marines . After that he spoke through the telephone with various Government-offices , early astir that morning , till the Private Secretary looked in with the announcement that his train would be ready in ten minutes . His last act in the Palace was the sending to the Treasurer at Jerusalem , for Miss Frankl , the telegram : `` Be surprised , but believe : I am a Jew . ''