She knew that if she could but succeed in making the street, that her safety would be assured, and having so much the start of her pursuer, she did not doubt her ability to do so.
With a savage cry Miss Chandler started after, but Leonie's advantage was too great to be denied.
Miss Chandler was about to give up in despair, when a sharp, agonized cry from the dark hall almost froze her blood.
She hurried down the steps and groped about in the gloom until her hand came in contact with something, she scarcely knew what.
She shrunk back with a start of terror.
[CHAPTER XXVIII.]
With all her frail strength, Leonie was struggling in the grasp of a person who held her with the strength of a giant.
The excitement of the entire day had been too much for her and unconsciousness was threatened, but by a mighty effort she overcame it, knowing too well that upon the perfect retention of her faculties, everything depended.
"Let me go!" she cried struggling to free herself. "Let me go!"