Then Bob West slipped across from the hardware store and ran against the detective in the doorway of the printing office.
"Who's this ?" he demanded, holding the man in a firm grip.
"Booth, sir." "Good.

I could not recognize you in this darkness.

Are you armed ?" "Yes." "Then you and I will defend this door.

Who is inside ?" "The pressman--Thursday Smith--and three of the girls." "The compositors ?" "No; they've gone to the hotel.

Miss Doyle, Miss DeGraf, and--Hetty Hewitt." West went into the hack room, which was faintly illumined by candles stuck here and there.