The policeman's quick eye had caught sight of the inner bolts and chains! "The stuff is surely hidden near here! I must make my play upon his pretty companion." When McNerney rejoined Doctor Atwater, the physician had already left Braun to the formal questioning of the methodical sergeant.
Irma Gluyas was now sobbing wildly, her head resting on the bosom of the woman who had been Braun's dupe as well as slave; the woman who had feebly enacted the role of Madame Raffoni.
And now the whole frightful truth had dawned upon the beautiful Magyar.

She gazed despairingly at McNerney when he quickly said: "You can purchase your own safety; you can aid us now.

Tell me, where did he hide the quarter of a million he stole?
For this scoundrel only did murder to reach the fortune carried by poor Clayton!" "Kill me! Do what you will; I care not," sobbed the singer.

"I knew nothing of these crimes, of either one.

Hasten, though.