building, managing to keep his hold on the rope with superhuman
strength.

I bent far over the edge of the roof, fully expecting to see him
dashed to pieces at the bottom of the court.

There was a tremendous shattering of glass.

The rope had been just long enough to make him strike a window and
he had gone crashing through the glass three floors below.

I dashed down the stairs and into the apartment. Kennedy was lying
on the floor badly cut. I raised him up. He was dazed and
considerably overcome; but as he staggered to his feet with my
help I saw that no bones were broken.

"Help me, quick, Walter," he urged, moving toward the elevators.

Meanwhile Long Sin had quickly dived down into the next building.
A few moments later he had come out on the ground floor at the
rear.

Gazing about to see whether he was followed, he disappeared.

. . . . . . .

Back in the apartment, Elaine and Aunt Josephine were just about
to run out when the two Chinamen who had been knocked out
recovered. One of them threw himself on Elaine. Aunt Josephine
tried to ward him off, but the other one struck her and threw her