ness, as some one of the attendants in misguided excitability switched off the lights.
The darkness but served to increase the panic, not allay it. With a savage snap of his jaws, Jimmie Dale swung from his table in the corner with the intention of making his way out by a side door behind him—it was a case of the police again, and the patrolman outside would probably be pulling a riot call by now. And the police He stopped suddenly, as though he had been struck. An envelope, thrust there out of the darkness, was in his hand; and her voice, hers, the Tocsin's, was sounding in his ears:
"Jimmie! Jimmie! I've been trying all evening to catch you! Quick! Get to the Sanctuary and change your clothes. There's not an instant to lose! It's for my sake to-night!"
And then a surging mob was around him on every side, and, pushing, Jostling, half lifting him at times from his feet, carried him forward with its rush, and with him in its midst burst through the door and out into the street.
