glide into view and spring up the steps. The battering of shoulders filled the house with a turmoil that drowned its own increasing agitation.
He went back to the inner hall.
"Nora!" he called.
He pushed through the curtains into a room fantastic with Oriental furnishings. Black, in a panic, had Nora in his grasp. The girl struggled mutely.
"Drop her, Black!"
Black turned.
"That ends our bargain," Garth said harshly.
"She tried to stop me," Black quavered.
"He's the brother-in-law," Garth said scornfully, "of the very man who's been trying in his useless way to smash this gang. What do you think of that?"
Nora came forward. She was shocked, but it was clear she failed to share his scorn. As the front door yielded she put her hand on his arm.
"Have you ever seen his wife, Jim?" she asked simply.
He nodded.
"So have I," she went on. "She's the one I'm thinking of. She's too young, too happy, to have her whole life stained by this thing."
But Garth's anger persisted. Black, however, in response to Nora's nod, slipped behind the window curtains. The inspector, Manford, and a number of detectives rushed in.
"Get your men through the house," Nora advised.
