Upon the little finger was a signet ring with a scarlet stone! The whole affair was a matter of seconds, yet Arnold dashed through the door to find Rosario a crumpled-up heap, the cloakroom attendant bending over him, and no one else in the vestibule.

Then the people began to stream in--the hall porter, the lift man, some loiterers from the outer hall.

The cloakroom attendant sprang to his feet.

He seemed dazed.
"Stop him!" he shouted.

"Stop him!" The little group in the doorway looked at one another.
"He went that way!" the cloakroom attendant cried out again.