If she learned of the discovery of Clayton's body, she might, in her love craze, denounce me, even here.

That would mean death for me; at the worst only a short detention for her." The fear of the old Vienna crimes now hardened the heart of the man who was once the prosperous Hugo Landor.

"SHE MUST DIE!" he cried as he sentenced her remorselessly.

"But how?
There must be no bungling!" His whole nature was thrilling with the alarm of Leah Einstein's warning.

"She may have to clear out," mused the self-tortured criminal.