We were in front of the Day and Night Bank, and at a
word from Grady, the men spread into a close cordon before the
building.
Another police wagon stood at the curb, with the driver still on the
seat, but as Grady started toward it, a figure appeared at the door
of the bank and shouted to us--shouted in inarticulate words which I
could not understand. But Grady seemed to understand them, and went
up the steps two at a time, with an agility surprising in so large a
man, and which I was hard put to it to match. A little group stood at
one side of the vestibule looking down at some one extended on a
cushioned seat. And, an instant later, I saw that it was Simmonds,
lying on his back, his eyes open and staring apparently at the
ceiling.
But, at the second glance, I saw that the eyes were sightless.
Grady elbowed his way savagely through the group.
"Where's Kelly?" he demanded.
At the words, a white-faced man in uniform arose from a chair into
which he had plainly dropped exhausted.
"Oh, there you are!" and Grady glowered at him ferociously. "Now tell
me what happened--and tell it quick!"
"Why, sir," stammered Kelly, "there wasn't anything happened.
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