Jack Warford and Hallowell, left together, hesitated uncertainly.
"He'll be back," the reporter decided finally, "and he's the man to tie
to."
While waiting, he proceeded to pick up what information he could from
the bystanders. It seemed that the first intimation of anything wrong
was followed very shortly by the emergence of McCarthy, disheveled,
hatless, staring, gasping. The boss had stumbled into the street,
hesitated, then started south on a run. Before any one could stop him,
he had turned a corner and disappeared. The excitement at the Atlas
Building had distracted attention from him. Nobody wondered at his
getting rattled and running away. The few tenants remaining in the
building had stumbled forth, vowing never to return to such a--assorted
adjectives--building. That was all there seemed to be to say.
In the meantime the crowd had increased from a few hundred to thousands.
Police appeared. The corridors were cleared of all but a few. Among these
were Hallowell and Jack Warford; the former as a reporter, the latter as
the reporter's companion. Doctor Knox and Professor Eldridge arrived
shortly. After a time Darrow reappeared, sauntering quite calmly from the
pall of darkness, as though emerging from behind a velvet curtain.
CHAPTER XII
THE UNKNOWN
It will now become necessary to glance in passing at the personal
characteristics of Professor Eldridge.
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