“There’s a fire next door,” said Leo in an assumed voice. “Please dress and leave the hotel as soon as possible.”
“A fire!” came from Broxton, as he leaped out of bed.
In three minutes the two men had their clothes on and then they threw open the door.
“Who—what—Leo Dunbar!”
The men were dumfounded at the sight of the young gymnast, Carl and the police.
“The game is up,” cried Leo. “Officers, arrest them.”
“You rat!” cried Griswold.
He struck Leo in the face and then tried to dash past the youth.
He was successful, and reached the stairs before the policemen could stop him.
Like a flash Leo recovered and made after the man.