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 erect,
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 deluged with a shower of broken glass. Stunned 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