"Raise your hands!"

"Sairtainly, Monsieur."

"Now don't budge, or--"

He made a threatening gesture with the pistol at the wild-eyed Frenchman,
from whose face all vestige of color had fled.

"No! No!" gasped La Croix, imploringly.

Reaching his side, the detective handcuffed him.

Just then a boy knocked at the hall door.

"Who's there?" cried the old detective.

"Boy, sir."

"What do you want?"

"Mr. Gibson wants to see you, sir."

"Send him up."

"Yes, sir."

Just then the door between the two rooms was flung open and Harry strode
through with a puzzled look upon his face.