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 It meant nothing at all to the police. To me? What did I know?

"Go back to her, Steve," Jerry begged. "But, old fellow!" he held me.

"What?"

"You'll believe there's Keeban? Think, Steve! If you don't, you'll believe I did that!"

"No! I know you couldn't."

"And you'll keep on knowing? You'll always know?"

"Jerry!" I cried.

"Your word, Steve?"

"Of course."

"Go back, now, to her."

I left him to be dragged, limp, down the corridor between the big, uniformed men.

In the grimy room, Dorothy Crewe had lost consciousness again; she was quiet; there was nothing I could do for her.

A pair of shots sounded; a couple more, almost together; and yells.

I knew the trouble before they shouted it to us; Jerry had got away. Instantly, without a jerk of warning, he had sprung from their hands as they dragged him, all limp the second before; he was out of a door and gone; and their loud bullets bagged them nothing.