Terror lent wings to her feet.

Every second was precious.

She did not know how long the door would stand against the frantic assaults of the maniac.
She had reached the road, when, to her joy and relief, she beheld half a dozen men approaching.

Stumbling blindly toward them, she panted out: "The crazy man--I--locked--him--in--the Omnibus House.

Here--is--the key." She gave a long, shuddering sigh, and for the first time in her life sturdy Grace Harlowe fainted.
The men picked her up tenderly.
"Here, Hampton," said one of them, "take this child over to the nearest house.