I thought so last night--now I'm sure of it." She was on her feet now, tearing at her bonnet-string as if to free her throat.

"He sneaked it out of that box on the floor beside you, when she was hiding from him in her bedroom." Pickert retreated slightly at this new development; then asked sharply: "Dalton! Who's Dalton ?" "The meanest cur that ever walked the earth--that's who he is.

He's almost killed my poor lady, and now she must go to jail to please him.
Not if I'm alive, she won't.

He stole that mantilla! I'm just as sure of it as I am that my name is Martha Munger!" Pickert's high tension relaxed.

If this new clew had to be followed it could best be followed with the aid of this woman, who evidently hated the man she denounced.