For a moment even the Unknown was forgotten.
Bailey gave a triumphant cry.
"The money's here!" "Oh, thank God!" sobbed Dale.
It was an emotional moment.

It seemed to have penetrated even through the haze enveloping the injured man in his chair.

Slowly he got up, like a man who has been waiting for his moment, and now that it had come was in no hurry about it.

With equal deliberation he drew the revolver and took a step forward.

And at that instant a red glare appeared outside the open window and overhead could be heard the feet of the searchers, running.
"Fire!" screamed Lizzie, pointing to the window, even as Beresford's voice from the roof rang out in a shout.