In 1936, a Polish policeman stopped her on the street and said something hostile.

When we had gone about a hundred miles and were just going to turn in at a dark doorway, a policeman suddenly stopped the man.

Two policemen stopped him, removed his wallet and took the money out of it.

The policemen came pounding back out of the house and stopped beside me.

I stepped out into the square and a policeman stopped me.

The two policemen stopped at once, and one called back to the van.

In fact, I didn't know of their existence until the next morning when two policemen stopped by the office.

Like if I'm walking in my own neighborhood, a policeman will stop me.

When I started to turn in to my driveway, a policeman stopped me.

On the way, a policeman stopped him and asked if he was drunk.