They were all about the streets and alleys searching for him when I came out to the ambulance beside the stretcher on which was Dorothy Crewe.
"I'll not go with you to the hospital," I told the surgeon. "I'll go to her people; don't 'phone them." And so, while the police looked for Jerry, I went to Dorothy's people and tried to tell them—Keeban.
Keeban? Of course they did not believe. Stunned themselves, they thought me mildly maddened by what had happened. Keeban! What did I truthfully know of him? I got back home at last and stopped at Jerry's room, which had always been next to mine; I opened the door and in the dark looked in. "Keeban!" I said to myself. "By God, there's a Keeban; there has to be!"
And, careful not to wake my own people, I went into my room.
