Maybe he 's not badly hurt.
Everything 's all right--" And then he straightened.

A man had unlocked the door from the outside and had rushed into the dance hall, excited, shouting.

It was Maurice Rodaine.
"I know who it was," he almost screamed.

"I got a good look at him--jumped out of the window and almost headed him off.

He took off his mask outside--and I saw him." "You saw him-- ?" A hundred voices shouted the question at once.
"Yes." Then Maurice Rodaine nodded straight toward Robert Fairchild.
"The light was good, and I got a straight look at him.