He caught him, saved him from being stunned against the wall, and, before the Greek could recover sufficiently to use heels and teeth or whisk out the knife he kept groping for, hurled him a stage farther on his journey--face forward this time down to where Fred and I were waiting.

We kicked him out into the street too dazed to do anything but wander home.
"Are you hurt, Will ?" laughed Monty.

"This isn't the States, you know; by gad, they'll jail you here if you do your own police work! Instead of Brussels I'd have had to stay and hire lawyers to defend you!" "Aw--quit preaching!" Yerkes answered.

"If I hadn't seen you there on the stairs with your mouth open I'd have been satisfied to put him down and spank him!" It was then that the much more unexpected struck us speechless--even Monty for the moment, who is not much given to social indecision.

We had not known there was a woman guest in that hotel.