CHAPTER XXX

CONCLUSION WHEN La Touche’s senses returned he found himself lying in the open air, with Farol, his other assistant, bending over him. His first thought was for his companion in misfortune. “Mallet?” he whispered feebly. “Safe,” answered Farol. “We got him out just in time.” “And Boirac?” “The police are after him.” La Touche lay still. He was badly shaken. But the fresh air rapidly revived him, and he was soon able to sit up. “Where am I?” he asked presently. “Just round the corner from Boirac’s. The firemen are a…