"Are you trying to fool me?
My money's in Ward's bank--" "And every creditor will be paid in full," interrupted the lawyer.
"Who's going to pay them ?" sneered Collins.
"Your wife." A loud peal of ironic laughter burst from Collins's lips.

But Luckstone silenced the sarcastic merriment with the remark,-- "She has inherited Mr.Whitmore's estate and announced her determination to repay every dollar of her brother's obligations.

This police officer,"-- he pointed a contemptuous finger toward Britz--"will confirm what I say." It required no confirmation to convince Collins of something which he was only too eager to believe.

And the knowledge instantly repaired his shattered nerves.

Before the intrusion of the lawyer, Collins, made dizzy by the multiplicity of incriminating circumstances so adroitly unfolded by the detective, overcome by the rapidity of Britz's blows, was an abject creature ready to surrender his soul.