tiful cry the creature let go its hold and rolled
over, and the publican got on to his feet.

It was the beginning of the end. John Storm looked down at the dog in its
death-throes, and all the devil in his heart came up and mastered him.
There was a shop at the corner of the square, and some heavy chairs were
standing on the pavement. He took up one of these and swung it round him
like a toy, and the men fell on every side.

By this time the street was in commotion, and people were coming from
every court and yard and alley crying:

"A madman!" "Police!" "Lay hold of him!" "He'll kill somebody!" "Down
with him!"

John Storm was also shouting at the top of his voice, when suddenly he
felt a dull, stunning pain, without exactly knowing where. Then he felt
himself moving up, up, up--he was in a train, the train was going through
a tunnel, and the guards were screaming; then it was hot and at the next
moment it was cold, and still he was floating, floating; and then he saw
Glory--he heard her say something--and then he opened his eyes, and lo!
the dark sky was above him, and some women were speaking in agitated
voices over his face.

"Who is it?"

"It's Father Storm. The brutes! The beasts! And the pore dog, too!"

"Oh, dear! Where's the p'lice? What are we goin' to do with 'im, Aggie?"

"Tyke 'im to my room, thet's what."

Then he heard Big Ben strike twelve, and then---- It was a long, long
journey, and the tunnel seemed to go on and on.

XIV.

Half an hour afterward there came to the door of the Orphanage the single
loud thud that is the knock of the poor. An upper window was opened, and
a tremulous voice from the street below cried, "Glory! Miss Gloria!"

It was Agatha Jones. Glory hastened downstairs and found the girl in
great agitation. One glance at her face in the candlelight seemed to tell
all.

"You've found him?"

"Yes; he's hurt. He's----"

"Be calm, child; tell me everything," said Glory, and Aggie delivered her
message.

Since leaving Holloway, Father Storm had been followed and found by means
of the dog. The crowd had set on him and knocked him down and injured
him. He was now lying in Aggie's room. There had been nowhere else to
take him to, for the men had disappeared the moment he was down, and the
women were afraid to take him in. The police had come at last and they
were now gone for the parish doctor. Mrs. Pincher was with the Father,
and the poor dog was dead.

Glory held