"Yes, sir. They'll be bringing her down presently. It's only fifteen minutes ago we got her. She was hiding out in a back closet where nobody thought to look at first. She was in a dead faint."
"What does she look like?"
"Faith, I don't know that myself. I've only just got here with the reserves. But if you stand here, you'll see her come down. There's the wagon already. Stand back there!"
The crowd scattered, and the patrol wagon drove up with a clatter. Several officers jumped out and ran up-stairs.
Astro turned to Valeska and spoke under his breath. "What time did you see her last?"
"I got up about midnight, and she was lying on the couch."
She put her hand on his arm. "Oh, it couldn't have been she!" she exclaimed.
At that moment the officers brought their prisoner down-stairs. It was indeed the girl who had been in the studio the night before, and had gone home with Valeska. Just as the group passed, Astro touched McGraw's shoulder.
"Let me speak to her a moment. I know this girl."
McGraw stared; but his faith in the occult powers of the Seer was so great that he delayed the officers. They stopped for a moment. Astro addressed the girl in Turkish.
"Let me help you," he said.
She looked at him sulkily. But it was not with the blank expressionless face of yesterday. Her brows drew together.
"I don't know you," she said at last.
