The wagon came to a stop so suddenly that I was thrown violently against the man next to me, and the reserves, leaping out, swept me before them. 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. Only when we stopped out there at the curb and I got down and opened the door, there wasn't nobody in the wagon but Mr. Simmonds. I spoke to him and he didn't answer--and then I touched him and he kind of fell over--and then I rushed in here and 'phoned the station; but they said you'd already started for the bank; and then we went out and brought him in here--and that's all I know, sir." "You didn't hear anything--no sound of a struggle?" "Not a sound, sir; not a single sound." "And you haven't any idea where the other man got out?" "No, sir." "Mr. Simmonds had a little valise with him--did you notice it?" "Yes, sir; and I looked for it in the wagon, but it ain't there." Grady turned away with a curse as four or five men ran in from the street--the men from headquarters, I told myself. I could hear him talking to them in sharp, low tones, and then they departed as suddenly as they had come. The reserves also hurried away, and I concluded that Grady was trying to throw a net about the territory in which the fugitive was probably concealed; but my interest in that manoeuvre was overshadowed, for the time being, by my anxiety for Simmonds. I picked up his right hand and looked at it; then I drew a deep breath of relief, for it was uninjured. "Has anyone sent for a doctor?" I asked. "Yes, sir," one of the bank attaches answered. "We telephoned for one at once--here he is, now!" he added, as a little black-bearded man entered, carry the inevitably-identifying medicine case.