“It's Father Storm. The brutes! The beasts! And the pore dog, too!”
“Oh, dear! Where's the p'lice? What are we goin' to do with 'im, Aggie?”
“Tyke 'im to my room, thet's what.”
Then he heard Big Ben strike twelve, and then—— It was a long, long journey, and the tunnel seemed to go on and on.
XIV.
Half an hour afterward there came to the door of the Orphanage the single loud thud that is the knock of the poor. An upper window was opened, and a tremulous voice from the street below cried, “Glory! Miss Gloria!”
It was Agatha Jones. Glory hastened downstairs and found the girl in great agitation. One glance at her face in the candlelight seemed to tell all.
“You've found him?”