The inspector motioned the men to go. He lumbered over to Nora. He put his arms around her. An excessive gratitude moistened his eyes and thickened his voice.
"Thank the Lord!"
"Thank Jim," she said, "although he risked everything by appearing here."
"If you'd told us more of your plans," Garth said, "we would have worked better together."
"I didn't dare," she answered. "I knew so little myself. So much depended on success."
Manford's fragile fingers pulled at his moustache. The humor in his eyes did not quite veil a real admiration.
"Well!" he said gaily. "Let me congratulate you, inspector. The police have put something worth while over—through a woman."
Garth, whose eagerness had carried him closer to the girl, noticed for the first time on her neck a bruise left by Black's urgent fingers. A sudden, unreasoning temper swept him with the necessity for atonement. Impulsively he burst out:
"Inspector, one of the beasts you want is behind those curtains."
Nora cried out.
"Jim! You might have let me have that. His wife!"
The inspector glanced from one to the other.
"What's on your mind, Nora?"
Manford laughed easily.
"No sentiment in this game, young woman. If
