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Rh clear—for her. And now if he could only save himself! There was no chance for Larry the Bat! Could he save—Jimmie Dale!

He crossed the hall, a queer, half-grim, half-wistful smile on his lips, unlocked the front door, stepped out, locked it behind him—and in another moment, doubling around the corner, was running along like a hare along the side street.