sponge--bandages, and some linament. I'll bandage this wound and stop the
bleeding."

While the doctor was busy working over the unconscious boy, the hotel
detective and a policeman came running in and got the details.

They hastened away and scoured the hotel in quest of La Croix.

That worthy had gone to his wife's room.

Garbed in one of her bonnets, veils and dresses, he descended in the
elevator and swiftly got away from the Waldorf, undetected.

His wife and daughter followed as rapidly as possible.

Meantime Harry recovered.

The doctor brought him home in a carriage.

Old King Brady was at home and got the particulars.

His rage knew no bounds when Harry explained all, after the doctor's
departure, and he cried bitterly:

"That villain has caused us more trouble than any other criminal we ever
attempted to run down. I'll even matters up with him. Had you not retreated
just when you did, that knife would surely have killed you."

"I'll be laid up a few days, the doctor said," replied Harry, "but I'll
soon get over it. If I ever meet La Croix again, I won't have any mercy on