“Game’s up, eh?” he said, with an air of recklessness as the man who had him in charge ended his struggles by clapping a pair of handcuffs on his wrists. The other two men suffered themselves to be arrested quietly, Diggs in particular laughing, and telling his captor that he had got the wrong man. “That’s the fellow you should be looking after!” he added, pointing to Mr. Candover who, rendered completely unconscious by this second fall coming so soon after the first, was being placed inside the cab which he had been attempting to enter. Mademoiselle Laure, speaking English as fluently as any of them, laid a strong hand upon the policeman who was peering into her brother’s face:-- “What are you doing? You can’t touch him,” she said fiercely. “If he’s not dead, he is dying, as you must see.” “We’ll take him to the hospital, ma’am,” said the policeman. “You can come too.” A cry from Pamela, faint, miserable, made them both look round:-- “Papa!” It revealed a world of shocked discovery, an agony of distress, and every man who heard it felt a lump in his throat. As for Babs, the younger girl, she stood clinging to her sister, white, trembling, without even uttering a cry. But in her eyes there was a look which showed that, if anything, she understood the situation even better than did her elder sister. Mademoiselle Laure waved her hand rapidly to the girls, and forcing a smile, told them he would be well soon, and that they must go back to Miss Willett and wait for her to write to them. But they did not answer. They stood close together, half inside the doorway they had just left, and looked disconsolately at the cab as it drove away to the hospital, while the policemen made the three men whom they had arrested enter the cab which had just been left vacant by the two strange gentlemen. These two gentlemen now came across the road, looking sympathetically at the two forlorn young girls. “Come in, Pamela,” whispered Babs, “come up to Mrs. Angmering. She’ll be kind to us.” And they withdrew hurriedly through the doorway, and hurrying upstairs, fell upon Audrey, who was holding out her arms to them, and who led them with her, whispering soothing words of comfort, into the deserted showroom. It was Babs who spoke first of the dreadful thing they had seen. “Why did they want to kill papa, Mrs. Angmering?” she said in a low voice, nestling close to her, and looking up through her tears. “What has he done?” “Oh, hush,” said Pamela, the elder and wiser. “Don’t let us ask. I don’t want to know.” But the younger girl was more inquisitive. “Do you think,” she said, “that the police only took up the other men for attacking papa?” “I don’t know anything about it, dear,” said Audrey, “except what you’ve told me, that your father was knocked down and taken to the hospital, and that the other men, the three who wanted to speak to him, including the one who struck him, have been taken into custody.” But Pamela looked intently into her face.