The proprietor stepped forward and lifted the fallen man’s head.
It was Geary, his rascally partner in the electric-drill scheme.
“They had some words, sir,” continued the waiter, “and the customer tried to grab the waiter.”
Geary was revived, and the three men went back to the private room together. There a new surprise awaited them.
The plan they had been examining was not there, although Gilmore and Parks had left it on the table when they rushed out.
There was a movement by the door, and Geary turned, to see the man who had struck him stealing out of the room.
“There’s that detective again,” he yelled. “Grab him.”
“Don’t allow him to escape,” roared Gilmore. “He has the missing paper. Shoot him down.”
The proprietor drew a revolver as he spoke, but Geary caught his hand in time to prevent the shot.
“Do you want the police down here?” he said, with an oath.