pursuers. He swore at every step and threatened to run the blade into the
first man who got within his reach.

That cowed the crowd and he disappeared on the floor above.




CHAPTER XII.

RUN TO COVER.


There was a scene of furious excitement in the hotel dining-room, and
during the confusion, Clara La Croix made her escape.

Among the guests who had been dining was a physician who ran to Harry's aid
and made a rapid examination of his wound.

To the many anxious, pale-faced spectators who gathered round, he said:

"Don't be alarmed. It's a mere flesh wound and will soon heal up."

"Isn't he dead?" demanded a gentleman in a dress-suit, anxiously.

"No. Simply fainted from the shock on his system."

"He's evidently a detective."

"Yes, sir, and his assailant is a criminal. Waiter, get me some water--a