"Then hurry," said I. "I am being crushed here."

George did hurry, and in a few minutes we were before the rear
entrance of the great hotel. There was a mob gathered here also,
but it was neither so large nor so rough as the one on Broadway.
Yet I doubt if we should have been able to work our way through it
if Slater had not, at that very instant, shown himself in the
doorway, in company with an officer to whom he was giving some
final instructions. George caught his eye as soon as he was through
with the man, and ventured on what I thought a rather uncalled for
plea.

"Let us in, Slater," he begged. "My wife feels a little faint; she
has been knocked about so by the crowd."

The manager glanced at my face, and shouted to the people around
us to make room. I felt myself lifted up, and that is all I remember
of this part of our adventure. For, affected more than I realised
by the excitement of the event, I no sooner saw the way cleared for
our entrance than I made good my husband's words by fainting away
in earnest.

When I came to, it was suddenly and with perfect recognition of my
surroundings. The small reception room to which I had been taken
was one I had often visited, and its familiar features did not hold
my attention for a moment. What I did see and welcome was my
husband's face bending close over me, and to him I spoke first. My
words must have sounded oddly to those about. "Have they told you
anything about it?" I asked. "Did he--"