d and jingled to the floor, and
a sharp report followed. The rogue cried out in fierce anguish, and
reeled against the wall. William whipped out his revolver, but, even
from his favorable angle, he was not quick enough. The hand that had
directed the first bullet was ready to direct the second.

All this took place within the count of ten. The girl and I sat
stiffly in our chairs, as if petrified, it was all so swiftly
accomplished.

"Drop it!" said a cold, authoritative voice, and I saw the vague
outlines of Haggerty's face beyond the broken window-pane.

William knew better than to hesitate. His revolver struck the floor
dully, and a curse rolled from his lips. Immediately a heavy body
precipitated itself against the door, which crashed inward, and an
officer fearlessly entered, a revolver in each hand. This tableau,
which lasted fully a minute, was finally disturbed by the entrance of
Haggerty himself.

"Don't be alarmed, Miss," he said heartily; "it's all over, I'm sorry
for the bullet, but it had to be done. The rascal has nothing more
serious than a splintered bone, I am a dead shot. A fine
night!"--triumphantly. "It's been a long chase, and I never was sure
of the finish. You're the cleverest rogue it has been my good fortune
to meet this many a day. I don't even know who you are yet. Well,
well! we'll round that up in time."

Not till the candles again sputtered with light, and William was
securely handcuffed and disarmed, did I recollect that I possessed the
sense of motion. The smoke of powder drifted across the flickering
candles, and there was a salty taste on my tongue.

"Horrible!" cried the girl, covering her eyes.

The master rogue and his valet were led out into the assembly-room, and
we reluctantly followed. I saw it all now. When Haggerty called up
central at the club, he ascertained where the last call had been from,
and, learning that it came from Hollywood Inn, he took his chance. The
room was soon filled with servants and stable-hands, the pistol-shot
having lured them from their beds. The wounded man was very pale. He
sat with his uninjured hand tightly clasped above the ragged wound, and
a little pool of blood slowly formed at his side on the floor. But his
eyes shone brightly.

"A basin of water and some linen!" cried the girl to Moriarty. "And
send all these people away."

"To yer rooms, ivery one of ye!" snapped Moriarty, sweeping his hands.
"'Tis no place for