He thought of the girl. She must be thinking of him. Somewhere, outside this miserable place, she was planning a rescue. But could she help him?
Harry could not picture her as a woman of the underworld. Any friends whom she might bring could not hope to attack this crowd of gangsters. Yet the girl was his only hope.
It was while Harry’s thoughts were dwelling on this subject that the unexpected happened.
Shifting his position, Harry leaned against the wall in front of him, and stretched his hand to one side. A feeling of hope came over him as he saw Volovick rise to leave the Pink Rat, while those around him seemed ready to depart.
In a few minutes his real enemies would be gone. The time for his deliverance would be at hand!
But as his thoughts took this trend, Harry’s wrist struck against a small bar at the side of the wall.
The panel swung outward. Harry lost his balance.
Unknowingly, he had released the catch; now he was precipitated headlong into the room where the gangsters stood.
Harry’s appearance was so unexpected that it took the mobsmen by surprise. They stood gaping at this man who had plunged from the wall. But as Harry rose to his knees, and turned his face upward, Volovick recognized him.
“That’s the man!” exclaimed Volovick. “Get him! Now!”