"Yes, sir, and his assailant is a criminal. Waiter, get me some water—a sponge—bandages, and some linament. I'll bandage this wound and stop the bleeding."
While the doctor was busy working over the unconscious boy, the hotel detective and a policeman came running in and got the details.
They hastened away and scoured the hotel in quest of La Croix.
That worthy had gone to his wife's room.
Garbed in one of her bonnets, veils and dresses, he descended in the elevator and swiftly got away from the Waldorf, undetected.
His wife and daughter followed as rapidly as possible.
Meantime Harry recovered.
The doctor brought him home in a carriage.
Old King Brady was at home and got the particulars.
His rage knew no bounds when Harry explained all, after the doctor's departure, and he cried bitterly: