He was on his feet in an instant, but Johann was free and flying up the alley.
Maurice gave chase, but uselessly.

Johann had disappeared.

The alley was a cul de sac, but was lined with doors; and these Maurice hammered to ease his conscience.

No one answered.

Deeply disgusted with his lack of caution, Maurice regained the street, where he brushed the dust from his knees.
"I'll take it out of his hide the next time we meet.