"Why is he running away like a thief??" the girl frowned trying to look from in between the trees of the park, which were blocking her view.
The guards were running rapidly after him, while every passer by looked at them, thinking that they are probably catching a thief.
"And why did they take their guns with them. The man is so scared." She clenched her fist on the bar of the glass railing in front of her, bending her neck to look what was happening. The man with spectacles had now exited from the garden and was once again running on the foot path, while the guards were running after him, waving their hands at him. She could now her them shout out to the man. "Our madam is calling you for interview. She will not harm you. Why are you running??!!"
