Twenty minutes later the police began to arrive—screaming a partly clad woman, running through the lobby headed for the street, made the more respectable guests' eyes bulge in amazement.
Pearl's apartment was a total loss. Big Boy had completely wrecked it with Harry, who had come out of his stupor long enough to put up a savage fight, all the participants of the party that could make a get-away had done so, except those that were too drunk to realize that this might mean a jail sentence. Evelyn had taken Pearl into the bathroom, with the help of Mickey, and they were trying to revive her.
"I'm afraid he's killed her, Mickey," said Evelyn excitedly, as she patted cool water on Pearl's head, and wiped the blood off her face.
"Oh, Jees, I hope not—let's keep working with her—maybe we can bring her around—if somebody don't stop him, he is sure to kill Harry."
"I wonder what that is?" asked Evelyn, as the screams in the other room became louder, then died down.
"Oh, God, he might have killed Harry. If he has, we are all sure in for it."
"Open that door, in the name of the Law," came a voice from the outside.
Evelyn rose to her feet, and unlocked the door, swinging it wide open, as one of the plain clothes men stepped in.
"What's the matter in here?"
"That louse has damn near killed this girl,—we can't bring her to," said Evelyn.