And he had loads of money till he went crazy over cards." It was afternoon when Miss Worthington was pondering over Witherspoon's telegram from Philadelphia, that Officer McNerney was swiftly rowed out to the yacht "Rambler," lying on the oily summer waters of the lower bay.

Beside him, the notary calmly awaited the materialization of the second hundred-dollar bill.
But, busied as all her secret agents were, none of the men now chasing down the fugitive murderer were as anxious at heart as Miss Alice Worthington.
It was easy to arrange for the money Witherspoon had telegraphed for; she knew the secret object of his visit to Washington, but only that certain parties had been taken into custody, and that there was light ahead.
"My father!" she cried, as she fell on her knees and prayed that the mantle of shame should not fall upon his yet raw grave.
It was half an hour after Doctor Atwater and McNerney began to question Emil Einstein that the young scapegoat at last dropped his policy of lying braggadocio.
Confined in the cabin of the stout schooner yacht of a hundred tons, he had craftily fenced himself in with a network of lies during the night, in preparation for the ordeal which he well knew was at hand.
His coarse, defiant nature rebelled when Policeman McNerney confronted him, and he felt secure in recalling the narrow limitations of the policeman's possible knowledge of the past.
But at last the lad yielded under the hammering of the enraged officer.

"I'll give you just five minutes to consider if you wish to sacrifice your mother's life, you young dog," McNerney exclaimed.
"We have her confession in full, and as you decoyed this murdered man into her clutches, you are only saving yourself by a full unbosoming." "And if I don't talk ?" growled Emil, beginning to sicken over the gloomy future.
"You will be sailed around on this yacht till you weaken, till we've caught the head devil, and then it only depends on him as to whether you go to the 'chair' with him or not!" It was a frightful alternative.
With a sudden revulsion, the startled young rascal exclaimed: "I'll give you the whole business, as far as I know; and if you'll save my mother, I'll turn State's evidence.

I know nothing about the murder! I only know now that Fritz Braun wanted to get poor Mr.
Clayton into some out-of-the-way place to get the money away from him.

I only thought that he wanted to bleed him, using that pretty woman, s'help me, God! I did." "We will judge of your story when we hear it," grimly answered McNerney.
But it was Doctor Atwater's measured courtesy which disarmed this vulgar youth's pregnant fears.
"We can show your mother and yourself to have been used as innocent tools, if you give up the whole truth.