There was a movement within the room, as the man inside leaped up and slipped on a robe. Then the door was unlocked.
Frank was on the watch and as soon as the door was opened he shoved his way into the room. The electric light had been turned on, so he could see the face of the man plainly.
“Hi, don’t shove into here!” cried the man, and then looked at our hero sharply. “What—er——”
“Jabez Garrison!” shouted Frank. “Come in here!” he called to those in the hallway.
“Not much! This is my room!” hissed Jabez Garrison, and hurling Frank to one side, he closed the door and locked it. “Now, who have you outside, boy?” he demanded.
“Two officers of the law,” answered our hero. “Mr. Garrison, your game has come to an end.”
“Has it?” sneered the man. “Not much! Take that!”
He aimed a savage blow at Frank’s face. It was unexpected, and our hero dropped to the floor like a log. Then Jabez Garrison caught up his valise and a bundle of clothing and made for one of the windows, outside of which was a fire escape leading to an alleyway.
Dazed and bewildered, our hero staggered to his feet. He was just in time to see Jabez Garrison descending the fire escape.
“Stop him!” he called out. “He is running down the fire escape! Go after him!”