My plan of action occurred to me in a flash--I would accompany him until--until he was safely in the stage, and find opportunity to whisper warning.

I remember asking him to wait a moment for me, and rushing to the cloak room after my coat.

But when I returned they were gone.

I ran out into the street, but they were not to be seen; they had not gone toward the stage office, for the lights revealed that distance clearly, and they had had no time in which to disappear within.

With the one thought that Dupont had lured my father out of sight for purposes of robbery, I started to run down the little alley-way next the hotel.