But the criminal only finds this hard truth out too late.

He will never get away from me, alive or dead; back he goes to New York." And yet McNerney forgot his keenest daily precautions, deceived by the apparent helplessness of the wounded murderer.
The strangely-assorted party were hurried through Breslau by the authorities, and Sergeant Breyman proudly wore Doctor Atwater's gold repeater as a parting present, when the train rushed away, bearing the secretly raging criminal back to a shameful death.
"I shall not sleep till I get that fellow safely in an iron tank stateroom on the Hamburg steamer," said the stern-eyed McNerney, preparing to lock Braun's wrist to his own.

"After we sail, we can have him watched, night and day; then, you and I can rest!" The secret of the vast money recovery had been faithfully kept, and even when the "Fuerst Bismarck" turned the Lizard and sped out on the Atlantic, few of the passengers suspected that a daring criminal was imprisoned below.
While Doctor Atwater keenly watched the bewitching Irma Gluyas and the now happy Leah, the returning tourists supposed them to be only a lady of rank and her waiting women.
McNerney, sure of his princely reward, now never left his prisoner, and the recovered funds were duly locked in the liner's great steel steamer safe.
So it was left to William Atwater to draw out, bit by bit, the whole story of Irma Gluyas' wasted life.
A pale-faced, stately beauty, steadfast and silent, was the wretched woman who had innocently lured Clayton to the murder chamber.
It was easy for Atwater, in his professional experience, to discover from the final unbosoming of both the women, that Braun had artfully drugged and stupefied his beautiful decoy, so that she was incapable of warning Clayton, or interrupting the leisurely disposition of the murdered man's body.
"He must have changed his first plans," mused Atwater, "only guided by his desire to have the money so imprudently trusted to one man." There was life in Leah Einstein's heart once more, for she now knew that her graceless son was probably safe from prison.
Sly, secretive, and slavishly devoted to the young reprobate, the sin-soiled woman had successfully hidden all which could in any way implicate the dishonest office boy.
When the great ship neared Sandy Hook, William Atwater frankly answered Irma Gluyas' wailing cry, "Why do I not throw myself over there, in search of peace ?" For the gnawing of conscience had made the Magyar girl's life a torment.

"It is not for me to judge you; it is only for me to help you!" sadly said the young physician.
"You have aided to bring many sorrows and sufferings on others! Work out your own salvation! You were born a Catholic.
"Your religion has orders where repentant women can toil among the suffering in schools or in the hospitals.

It has its great work among the helpless.