“Have you ever tried to loosen those bars?” he whispered.
“What did you see?” demanded Ford hopefully.
The girl destroyed his hope with a shake of her head and a swift smile.
“Scissors,” she said; “but they found them and took them away.” Ford pointed at the open grate.
The man gave her a quick, pleased glance, then turned his eyes to the door that led into the room that looked upon the street.
“Is that door locked?”
“No,” the girl told him. “But the door from it into the hall is fastened, like the other, with a spring lock and two bolts.”
Ford cautiously opened the door into the room adjoining, and, except for a bed and wash-stand, found it empty. On tiptoe he ran to the windows. Sowell Street was deserted9. He returned to Miss Dale, again closing the door between the two rooms.
“The nurse,” Miss Dale whispered, “when she is on duty, leaves that door open so that she can watch me; when she goes downstairs, she locks and bolts the door from that room to the hall. It's locked now.”
“What's the nurse like?”
The girl gave a shudder10 that seemed to Ford sufficiently11 descriptive. Her lips tightened12 in a hard, straight line.
“She's not human,” she said. “I begged her to help me, appealed to her in every way; then I tried a dozen times to get past her to the stairs.”
“Well?”
The girl frowned, and with a gesture signified her surroundings.
“I'm still here,” she said.
She bent suddenly forward and, with her hand on his shoulder, turned the man so that he faced the cot.
“The mattress13 on that bed,” she whispered, “rests on two iron rods. They are loose and can be lifted. I planned to smash the lock, but the noise would have brought Prothero. But you could defend yourself with one of them.”
Ford had already run to the cot and dropped to his knees. He found the mattress supported on strips of iron resting loosely in sockets14 at the head and foot. He raised the one nearer him, and then, after a moment of hesitation15, let it drop into place.
“That's fine!” he whispered. “Good as a crowbar.'” He shook his head in sudden indecision. “But I don't just know how to use it. His automatic could shoot six times before I could swing that thing on him once. And if I have it in my hands when he opens the door, he'll shoot, and he may hit you. But if I leave it where it is, he won't know I know it's there, and it may come in very handy later.”
In complete disapproval16 the girl shook her head. Her eyes filled with concern. “You must not fight him,” she ordered. “I mean, not for me. You don't know the danger. The man's not sane17. He won't give you a chance. He's mad. You have no right to risk your life for a stranger. I'll not permit it——”
Ford held up his hand for silence. With a jerk of his head he signified the door. “They've stopped talking,” he whispered.
Straining to hear, the two leaned forward, but from the hall there came no sound. The girl raised her eyebrows18 questioningly.
“Have they gone?” she breathed.
“If I knew that,” protested Ford, “we wouldn't be here!”
In answer to his doubt a smart rap, as though from the butt19 of a revolver, fell upon the door. The voice of Prothero spoke sharply:
“You, who call yourself Grant!” he shouted.
Before answering, Ford drew Miss Dale and himself away from the line of the door, and so placed the girl with her back to the wall that if the door opened she would be behind it. “Yes,” he answered.
“Pearsall and I,” called Prothero, “have decided20 how to dispose of you—of both of you. He has gone below to make preparations. I am on guard. If you try to break out or call for help, I'll shoot you as I warned you!”
“And I warn you,” shouted Ford, “if this lady and I do not instantly leave this house, or if any harm comes to her, you will hang for it!” Prothero laughed jeeringly21.
“Who will hang me?” he mocked.
“My friends,” retorted Ford. “They know I am in this house. They know WHY I am here. Unless they see Miss Dale and myself walk out of it in safety, they will never let you leave it. Don't be a fool, Prothero!” he shouted. “You know I am telling the truth. You know your only chance for mercy is to open that door and let us go free.”
For over a minute Ford waited, but from the hall there was no answer.
After another minute of silence, Ford turned and gazed inquiringly at Miss Dale.
“Prothero!” he called.
Again for a full minute he waited and again called, and then, as there still was no reply, he struck the door sharply with his knuckles22. On the instant the voice of the Jew rang forth23 in an angry bellow24.
“Keep away from that door!” he commanded.
Ford turned to Miss Dale and bent his head close to hers.
“Now, why the devil didn't he answer?” he whispered. “Was it because he wasn't there; or is he planning to steal away and wants us to think that even if he does not answer, he's still outside?” The girl nodded eagerly.
“This is it,” she whispered. “My uncle is a coward or rather he is very wise, and has left the house. And Prothero means to follow, but he wants us to think he's still on guard. If we only KNEW!” she exclaimed.
As though in answer to her thought, the voice of Prothero called to them.
“Don't speak to me again,” he warned. “If you do, I'll not answer, or I'll shoot!”
Flattened25 against the wall, close to the hinges of the door, Ford replied flippantly and defiantly26:
“That makes conversation difficult, doesn't it?” he called.
There was a bursting report, and a bullet splintered the panel of the door, flattened itself against the fireplace, and fell tinkling27 into the grate.
“I hope I hit you!” roared the Jew.
Ford pressed his lips tightly together. Whatever happy retort may have risen to them was forever lost. For an exchange of repartee28, the moment did not seem propitious29.
Ford still resisted any temptation to reply. He grinned apologetically at the girl and shrugged his shoulders. Her face was white, but it was white from excitement, not from fear.
“What did I tell you?” she whispered. “He IS mad—quite mad!”
Ford glanced at the bullet-hole in the panel of the door. It was on a line with his heart. He looked at Miss Dale; her shoulder was on a level with his own, and her eyes were following his.
“In case he does that again,” said Ford, “we would be more comfortable sitting down.”
With their shoulders against the wall, the two young people sank to the floor. The position seemed to appeal to them as humorous, and, when their eyes met, they smiled.
“To a spectator,” whispered Ford encouragingly, “we MIGHT appear to be getting the worst of this. But, as a matter of fact, every minute Cuthbert does not come means that the next minute may bring him.”
“You don't believe he was hurt?” asked the girl.
“No,” said Ford. “I believe Prothero found him, and I believe there may have been a fight. But you heard what Pearsall said: 'The man outside will tell.' If Cuthbert's in a position to tell, he is not down an area with a knife in him.”
He was interrupted by a faint report from the lowest floor, as though the door to the street had been sharply slammed. Miss Dale showed that she also had heard it.
“My uncle,” she said, “making his escape!”
“It may be,” Ford answered.
The report did not suggest to him the slamming of a door, but he saw no reason for saying so to the girl.
With his fingers locked across his knees, Ford was leaning forward, his eyes frowning, his lips tightly shut. At his side the girl regarded him covertly31. His broad shoulders, almost touching32 hers, his strong jaw33 projecting aggressively, and the alert, observant eyes gave her confidence. For three weeks she had been making a fight single-handed. But she was now willing to cease struggling and relax. Quite happily she placed herself and her safety in the keeping of a stranger. Half to herself, half to the man, she murmured: “It is like 'The Sieur de Maletroit's Door.”'
Without looking at her, Ford shook his head and smiled.
“No such luck,” he corrected grimly. “That young man was given a choice. The moment he was willing to marry the girl he could have walked out of the room free. I do not recall Prothero's saying I can escape death by any such charming alternative.” The girl interrupted quickly.
“No,” she said; “you are not at all like that young man. He stumbled in by chance. You came on purpose to help me. It was fine, unselfish.”
“It was not,” returned Ford. “My motive35 was absolutely selfish. It was not to help you I came, but to be able to tell about it later. It is my business to do that. And before I saw you, it was all in the day's work. But after I saw you it was no longer a part of the day's work; it became a matter of a life time.”
The girl at his side laughed softly and lightly. “A lifetime is not long,” she said, “when you are locked in a room and a madman is shooting at you. It may last only an hour.”
“Whether it lasts an hour or many years,” said Ford, “it can mean to me now only one thing——” He turned quickly and looked in her face boldly and steadily36: “You,” he said.
The girl did not avoid his eyes, but returned his glance with one as steady as his own. “You are an amusing person,” she said. “Do you feel it is necessary to keep up my courage with pretty speeches?”
“I made no pretty speech,” said Ford. “I proclaimed a fact. You are the most charming person that ever came into my life, and whether Prothero shoots us up, or whether we live to get back to God's country, you will never leave it.”
The girl pretended to consider his speech critically. “It would be almost a compliment,” she said, “if it were intelligent, but when you know nothing of me—it is merely impertinent.”
“I know this much of you,” returned Ford, calmly; “I know you are fine and generous, for your first speech to me, in spite of your own danger, was for my safety. I know you are brave, for I see you now facing death without dismay.”
He was again suddenly halted by, two sharp reports. They came from the room directly below them. It was no longer possible to pretend to misinterpret their significance.
“Prothero!” exclaimed Ford, “and his pistol!”
They waited breathlessly for what might follow: an outcry, the sound of a body falling, a third pistol-shot. But throughout the house there was silence.
“If you really think we are in such danger,” declared Miss Dale, “we are wasting time!”
“We are NOT wasting time,” protested Ford; “we are really gaining time, for each minute Cuthbert and the police are drawing nearer, and to move about only invites a bullet. And, what is of more importance,” he went on quickly, as though to turn her mind from the mysterious pistol-shots, “should we get out of this alive, I shall already have said what under ordinary conditions I might not have found the courage to tell you in many months.” He waited as though hopeful of a reply, but Miss Dale remained silent. “They say,” continued Ford, “when a man is drowning his whole life passes in review. We are drowning, and yet I find I can see into the past no further than the last half-hour. I find life began only then, when I looked through the bars of that window and found YOU!”
With the palm of her hand the girl struck the floor sharply. “This is neither the time,” she exclaimed, “nor the place to——”
“I did not choose the place,” Ford pointed out. “It was forced upon me with a gun. But the TIME is excellent. At such a time one speaks only what is true.”
“You certainly have a strange sense of humor,” she said, “but when you are risking your life to help me, how can I be angry?”
“But I AM conventional!” protested Miss Dale. “And I am not USED to having young men tell me they have 'come into my life to stay'—certainly not young men who come into my life by way of a trap-door, and without an introduction, without a name, without even a hat! It's absurd! It's not real! It's a nightmare!”
“The whole situation is absurd!” Ford declared. “Here we are in the heart of London, surrounded by telephones, taxicabs, police—at least, hope we are surrounded by police and yet we are crawling around the floor on our hands and knees dodging38 bullets. I wish it were a nightmare. But, as it's not”—he rose to his feet—“I think I'll try——”
He was interrupted by a sharp blow upon the door and the voice of Prothero.
“You, navy officer!” he panted. “Come to the door! Stand close to it so that I needn't shout. Come, quick!”
Ford made no answer. Motioning to Miss Dale to remain where she was, he ran noiselessly to the bed, and from beneath the mattress lifted one of the iron bars upon which it rested. Grasping it at one end, he swung the bar swiftly as a man tests the weight of a baseball bat. As a weapon it seemed to satisfy him, for he smiled. Then once more he placed himself with his back to the wall. “Do you hear me?” roared Prothero.
“I hear you!” returned Ford. “If you want to talk to me, open the door and come inside.”
“Listen to me,” called Prothero. “If I open the door you may act the fool, and I will have to shoot you, and I have made up my mind to let you live. You will soon have this house to yourselves. In a few moments I will leave it, but where I am going I'll need money, and I want the bank-notes in that blue envelope.” Ford swung the iron club in short half-circles.
“Come in and get them!” he called.
“Don't trifle with me!” roared the Jew, “I may change my mind. Shove the money through the crack under the door.”
“And get shot!” returned Ford. “Not bit like it!”
“If, in one minute,” shouted Prothero, “I don't see the money coming through that crack, I'll begin shooting through this door, and neither of you will live!”
Resting the bar in the crook39 of his elbow, Ford snatched the bank-notes from the envelope, and, sticking them in his pocket, placed the empty envelope on the floor. Still keeping out of range, and using his iron bar as a croupier uses his rake, he pushed the envelope across the carpet and under the door. When half of it had disappeared from the other side of the door, it was snatched from view.
An instant later there was a scream of anger and on a line where Ford would have been, had he knelt to shove the envelope under the door, three bullets splintered through the panel.
At the same moment the girl caught him by the wrist. Unheeding the attack upon the door, her eyes were fixed40 upon the windows. With her free hand she pointed at the one at which Ford had first appeared. The blind was still raised a few inches, and they saw that the night was lit with a strange and brilliant radiance. The storm had passed, and from all the houses that backed upon the one in which they were prisoners lights blazed from every window, and in each were crowded many people, and upon the roof-tops in silhouette41 from the glare of the street lamps below, and in the yards and clinging to the walls that separated them, were hundreds of other dark, shadowy groups changing and swaying. And from them rose the confused, inarticulate, terrifying murmur34 of a mob. It was as though they were on a race-track at night facing a great grandstand peopled with an army of ghosts. With the girl at his side, Ford sprang to the window and threw up the blind, and as they clung to the bars, peering into the night, the light in the room fell full upon them. And in an instant from the windows opposite, from the yards below, and from the house-tops came a savage42, exultant43 yell of welcome, a confusion of cries' orders, entreaties44, a great roar of warning. At the sound, Ford could feel the girl at his side tremble.
“What does it mean?” she cried.
“Cuthbert has raised the neighborhood!” shouted Ford jubilantly. “Or else”—he cried in sudden enlightenment—“those shots we heard.”
The girl stopped him with a low cry of fear. She thrust her arms between the bars and pointed. In the yard below them was the sloping roof of the kitchen. It stretched from the house to the wall of the back yard. Above the wall from the yard beyond rose a ladder, and, face down upon the roof, awry45 and sprawling46, were the motionless forms of two men. Their shining capes47 and heavy helmets proclaimed their calling.
“The police!” exclaimed Ford. “And the shots we thought were for those in the house were for THEM! This is what has happened,” he whispered eagerly: “Prothero attacked Cuthbert. Cuthbert gets away and goes to the police. He tells them you are here a prisoner, that I am here probably a prisoner, and of the attack upon himself. The police try to make an entrance from the street—that was the first shot we heard—and are driven back; then they try to creep in from the yard, and those poor devils were killed.”
As he spoke a sudden silence had fallen, a silence as startling as had been the shout of warning. Some fresh attack upon the house which the prisoners could not see, but which must be visible to those in the houses opposite was going forward.
“Perhaps they are on the roof,”' whispered Ford joyfully48. “They'll be through the trap in a minute, and you'll be free!”
“No!” said the girl.
She also spoke in a whisper, as though she feared Prothero might hear her. And with her hand she again pointed. Cautiously above the top of the ladder appeared the head and shoulders of a man. He wore a policeman's helmet, but, warned by the fate of his comrades, he came armed. Balancing himself with his left hand on the rung of the ladder, he raised the other and pointed a revolver. It was apparently49 at the two prisoners, and Miss Dale sprang to one side.
“Standstill!” commanded Ford. “He knows who YOU are! You heard that yell when they saw you? They know you are the prisoner, and they are glad you're still alive. That officer is aiming at the window BELOW us. He's after the men who murdered his mates.”
From the window directly beneath them came the crash of a rifle, and from the top of the ladder the revolver of the police officer blazed in the darkness. Again the rifle crashed, and the man on the ladder jerked his hands above his head and pitched backward. Ford looked into the face of the girl and found her eyes filled with horror.
“Where is my uncle, Pearsall?” she faltered50. “He has two rifles—for shooting in Scotland. Was that a rifle that——” Her lips refused to finish the question.
Even as he spoke the voice of the Jew rose in a shriek52 from the floor below them, but not from the window below them. The sound was from the front room opening on Sowell Street. In the awed53 silence that had suddenly fallen his shrieks54 carried sharply. They were more like the snarls55 and ravings of an animal than the outcries of a man.
“Take THAT!” he shouted, with a flood of oaths, “and THAT, and THAT!”
Each word was punctuated56 by the report of his automatic, and to the amazement57 of Ford, was instantly answered from Sowell Street by a scattered58 volley of rifle and pistol shots.
“This isn't a fight,” he cried, “it's a battle!”
With Miss Dale at his side, he ran into the front room, and, raising the blind, appeared at the window. And instantly, as at the other end of the house, there was, at sight of the woman's figure, a tumult59 of cries, a shout of warning, and a great roar of welcome. From beneath them a man ran into the deserted street, and in the glare of the gas-lamp Ford saw his white, upturned face. He was without a hat and his head was circled by a bandage. But Ford recognized Cuthbert. “That's Ford!” he cried, pointing. “And the girl's with him!” He turned to a group of men crouching60 in the doorway61 of the next house to the one in which Ford was imprisoned62. “The girl's alive!” he shouted.
“The girl's alive!” The words were caught up and flung from window to window, from house-top to house-top, with savage, jubilant cheers. Ford pushed Miss Dale forward.
“Let them see you,” he said, “and you will never see a stranger sight.”
Below them, Sowell Street, glistening63 with rain and snow, lay empty, but at either end of it, held back by an army of police, were black masses of men, and beyond them more men packed upon the tops of taxicabs and hansoms, stretching as far as the street-lamps showed, and on the roofs shadowy forms crept cautiously from chimney to chimney; and in the windows of darkened rooms opposite, from behind barricades64 of mattresses65 and upturned tables, rifles appeared stealthily, to be lost in a sudden flash of flame. And with these flashes were others that came from windows and roofs with the report of a bursting bomb, and that, on the instant, turned night into day, and then left the darkness more dark.
Ford gave a cry of delight.
“They're taking flash-light photographs,” he cried jubilantly. “Well done, you Pressmen!” The instinct of the reporter became compelling. “If they're alive to develop those photographs to-night,” he exclaimed eagerly, “Cuthbert will send them by special messenger, in time to catch the MAURETANIA and the REPUBLIC will have them by Sunday. I mayn't be alive to see them,” he added regretfully, “but what a feature for the Sunday supplement!”
As the eyes of the two prisoners became accustomed to the darkness, they saw that the street was not, as at first they had supposed, entirely66 empty. Directly below them in the gutter67, where to approach it was to invite instant death from Prothero's pistol, lay the dead body of a policeman, and at the nearer end of the street, not fifty yards from them, were three other prostrate68 forms. But these forms were animate69, and alive to good purpose. From a public-house on the corner a row of yellow lamps showed them clearly. Stretched on pieces of board, and mats commandeered from hallways and cabs, each of the three men lay at full length, nursing a rifle. Their belted gray overcoats, flat, visored caps, and the set of their shoulders marked them for soldiers.
“For the love of Heaven!” exclaimed Ford incredulously, “they've called out the Guards!”
As unconcernedly as though facing the butts70 at a rifle-range, the three sharp-shooters were firing point-blank at the windows from which Prothero and Pearsall were waging their war to the death upon the instruments of law and order. Beside them, on his knees in the snow, a young man with the silver hilt of an officer's sword showing through the slit71 in his greatcoat, was giving commands; and at the other end of the street, a brother officer in evening dress was directing other sharp-shooters, bending over them like the coach of a tug-of-war team, pointing with white-gloved fingers. On the side of the street from which Prothero was firing, huddled72 in a doorway, were a group of officials, inspectors73 of police, fire chiefs in brass74 helmets, more officers of the Guards in bear-skins, and, wrapped in a fur coat, the youthful Horne Secretary. Ford saw him wave his arm, and at his bidding the cordon75 of police broke, and slowly forcing its way through the mass of people came a huge touring-car, its two blazing eyes sending before it great shafts76 of light. The driver of the car wasted no time in taking up his position. Dashing half-way down the street, he as swiftly backed the automobile77 over the gutter and up on the sidewalk, so that the lights in front fell full on the door of No. 40. Then, covered by the fire from the roofs, he sprang to the lamps and tilted78 them until they threw their shafts into the windows of the third story. Prothero's hiding-place was now as clearly exposed as though it were held in the circle of a spot-light, and at the success of the maneuver79 the great mob raised an applauding cheer. But the triumph was brief. In a minute the blazing lamps had been shattered by bullets, and once more, save for the fierce flashes from rifles and pistols, Sowell Street lay in darkness.
Ford drew Miss Dale back into the room.
“Those men below,” he said, “are mad. Prothero's always been mad, and your Pearsall is mad with drugs. And the sight of blood has made them maniacs80. They know they now have no chance to live. There's no fear or hope to hold them, and one life more or less means nothing. If they should return here——”
He hesitated, but the girl nodded quickly. “I understand,” she said.
“I'm going to try to break down the door and get to the roof,” explained Ford. “My hope is that this attack will keep them from hearing, and——”
“No,” protested the girl. “They will hear you, and they will kill you.”
“They may take it into their crazy heads to do that, anyway,” protested Ford, “so the sooner I get you away, the better. I've only to smash the panels close to the bolts, put my arm through the hole, and draw the bolts back. Then, another blow on the spring lock when the firing is loudest, and we are in the hall. Should anything happen to me, you must know how to make your escape alone. Across the hall is a door leading to an iron ladder. That ladder leads to a trap-door. The trap-door is open. When you reach the roof, run westward81 toward a lighted building.”
“I am not going without you,” said Miss Dale quietly; “not after what you have done for me.”
“I haven't done anything for you yet,” objected Ford. “But in case I get caught I mean to make sure there will be others on hand who will.”
He pulled his pencil and a letter from his pocket, and on the back of the envelope wrote rapidly: “I will try to get Miss Dale up through the trap in the roof. You can reach the roof by means of the apartment house in Devonshire Street. Send men to meet her.”
In the groups of officials half hidden in the doorway farther down the street, he could make out the bandaged head of Cuthbert. “Cuthbert!” he called. Weighting the envelope with a coin, he threw it into the air. It fell in the gutter, under a lamp-post, and full in view, and at once the two madmen below splashed the street around it with bullets. But, indifferent to the bullets, a policeman sprang from a dark areaway and flung himself upon it. The next moment he staggered. Then limping, but holding himself erect82, he ran heavily toward the group of officials. The Home Secretary snatched the envelope from him, and held it toward the light.
In his desire to learn if his message had reached those on the outside, Ford leaned far over the sill of the window. His imprudence was all but fatal. From the roof opposite there came a sudden yell of warning, from directly below him a flash, and a bullet grazed his forehead and shattered the window-pane above him. He was deluged83 with a shower of broken glass. Stunned84 and bleeding, he sprang back.
With a cry of concern, Miss Dale ran toward him.
“It's nothing!” stammered Ford. “It only means I must waste no more time.” He balanced his iron rod as he would a pikestaff, and aimed it at the upper half of the door to the hall.
“When the next volley comes,” he said, “I'll smash the panel.”
With the bar raised high, his muscles on a strain, he stood alert and poised85, waiting for a shot from the room below to call forth an answering volley from the house-tops. But no sound came from below. And the sharp-shooters, waiting for the madmen to expose themselves, held their fire.
Ford's muscles relaxed, and he lowered his weapon. He turned his eyes inquiringly to the girl. “What's THIS mean?” he demanded. Unconsciously his voice had again dropped to a whisper.
“They're short of ammunition,” said the girl, in a tone as low as his own; “or they are coming HERE.”
With a peremptory86 gesture, Ford waved her toward the room adjoining and then ran to the window.
The girl was leaning forward with her face close to the door. She held the finger of one hand to her lips. With the other hand she beckoned87. Ford ran to her side.
“Some one is moving in the hall,” she whispered. “Perhaps they are escaping by the roof? No,” she corrected herself. “They seem to be running down the stairs again. Now they are coming back. Do you hear?” she asked. “It sounds like some one running up and down the stairs. What can it mean?”
From the direction of the staircase Ford heard a curious creaking sound as of many light footsteps. He gave a cry of relief.
“The police!” he shouted jubilantly. “They've entered through the roof, and they're going to attack in the rear. You're SAFE!” he cried.
He sprang away from the door and, with two swinging blows, smashed the broad panel. And then, with a cry, he staggered backward. Full in his face, through the break he had made, swept a hot wave of burning cinders88. Through the broken panel he saw the hall choked with smoke, the steps of the staircase and the stair-rails wrapped in flame.
“The house is on fire!” he cried. “They've taken to the roof and set fire to the stairs behind them!” With the full strength of his arms and shoulders he struck and smashed the iron bar against the door. But the bolts held, and through each fresh opening he made in the panels the burning cinders, drawn89 by the draft from the windows, swept into the room. From the street a mighty90 yell of consternation91 told them the fire had been discovered. Miss Dale ran to the window, and the yell turned to a great cry of warning. The air was rent with frantic92 voices. “Jump!” cried some. “Go back!” entreated93 others. The fire chief ran into the street directly below her and shouted at her through his hands. “Wait for the life-net!” he commanded. “Wait for the ladders!”
“Ladders!” panted Ford. “Before they can get their engines through that mob——”
Through the jagged opening in the door he thrust his arm and jerked free the upper bolt. An instant later he had kicked the lower panel into splinters and withdrawn94 the second bolt, and at last, under the savage onslaught of his iron bar, the spring lock flew apart. The hall lay open before him. On one side of it the burning staircase was a well of flame; at his feet, the matting on the floor was burning fiercely. He raced into the bedroom and returned instantly, carrying a blanket and a towel dripping with water. He pressed the towel across the girl's mouth and nostrils95. “Hold it there!” he commanded. Blinded by the bandage, Miss Dale could see nothing, but she felt herself suddenly wrapped in the blanket and then lifted high in Ford's arms. She gave a cry of protest, but the next instant he was running with her swiftly while the flames from the stair-well scorched96 her hair. She was suddenly tumbled to her feet, the towel and blanket snatched away, and she saw Ford hanging from an iron ladder holding out his hand. She clasped it, and he drew her after him, the flames and cinders pursuing and snatching hungrily.
But an instant later the cold night air smote97 her in the face, from hundreds of hoarse98 throats a yell of welcome greeted her, and she found herself on the roof, dazed and breathless, and free.
At the same moment the lifting fire-ladder reached the sill of the third-story window, and a fireman, shielding his face from the flames, peered into the blazing room. What he saw showed him there were no lives to rescue. Stretched on the floor, with their clothing in cinders and the flames licking at the flesh, were the bodies of the two murderers.
A bullet-hole in the forehead of each showed that self-destruction and cremation99 had seemed a better choice than the gallows100 and a grave of quick-lime.
On the roof above, two young people stood breathing heavily and happily, staring incredulously into each other's eyes. Running toward them across the roofs, stumbling and falling, were many blue-coated, helmeted angels of peace and law and order.
“How can I tell you?” whispered the girl quickly. “How can I ever thank you? And I was angry,” she exclaimed, with self-reproach. “I did not understand you.” She gave a little sigh of content. “Now I think I do.”
He took her hand, and she did not seem to know that he held it.
“And,” she cried, in wonder, “I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOUR NAME!”
The young man seemed to have lost his confidence. For a moment he was silent. “The name's all right!” he said finally. His voice was still a little shaken, a little tremulous. “I only hope you'll like it. It's got to last you a long time!”
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