Instantly, Kennedy thought of the fair object of all this melee. He rushed to the divan on which he had placed Elaine.
She was slowly returning to consciousness.
As she opened her eyes, for an instant, she gazed at Craig, then at Bennett. Still not comprehending just what had happened, she gave her hand to Bennett. Bennett lifted her to her feet and slowly assisted her as she tried to walk away.
Kennedy watched them, more stupefied than if he had been struck over the head by Long Sin.
. . . . . . . .
Police and detectives were now taking the captured Chinamen away, as
Bennett, his arm about Elaine, led her gently out.
A young detective had slipped the bracelets over Long Sin's wrist, and
I was standing beside him.
Kennedy, in a daze at the sight of Elaine and Bennett, passed us, scarcely noticing who we were.
As Craig collected his scattered forces, Long Sin motioned to him, as if he had a message to deliver.
Kennedy frowned suspiciously. He was about to turn away, when the
Chinaman began pleading earnestly for a chance to say a few words.