the mouth for victims on whom to vent its organized lust to kill and flay."
Markham regarded him with some astonishment and considerable concern.
"Perhaps you are preparing to let the criminal escape in the present case," he said, with the irony of resentment.
"Oh, no," Vance assured him. "I shall turn your victim over to you. The Greene murderer is of a particularly vicious type, and should be rendered impotent. I was merely trying to suggest that the electric chair—that touchin' device of your beloved society—is not quite the correct method of dealing with this culprit."
"You admit, however, that he is a menace to society."
"Undoubtedly. And the hideous thing about it is that this tournament of crime at the Greene mansion will continue unless we can put a stop to it. That's why I am being so careful. As the case now stands, I doubt if you could even make an arrest."
When tea was over Vance got up and stretched himself.
"By the by, Markham," he said offhandedly, "have you received any report on Sibella's activities?"
"Nothing important. She's still in Atlantic City, and evidently intends to stay there for some time. She phoned Sproot yesterday to send down another trunkful of her clothes."
"Did she, now? That's very gratifyin'." Vance walked to the door with sudden resolution. "I think I'll run out to the Greenes' for a little while. I
