But she may not receive other visitors until she has been committed to the Tombs." "Do you--do you intend to send her there ?" demanded Ward, his anger mounting.
"She will be regularly committed--it is merely a matter of routine." "But you are making a grave mistake," pleaded the brother.

"Isn't there some way of preventing this additional humiliation ?" "There is a way," said Britz calmly.
"How ?" inquired Ward eagerly.
"By giving us the full story of Mr.Whitmore's death as you know it." "But I can't--I'm not at liberty to talk," protested Ward.

"I am acting under Mr.Luckstone's instructions." "I thought so," Britz returned dryly.

"So we'll let the law take its course." "And I'm not permitted to see her to-night ?" pleaded Ward.
"No," said Britz curtly.

Then, after a moment, he added: "If you will call here at 10 o'clock to-morrow morning, I may convince you of the desirability of acting with the police, instead of against them." When Ward was out of the room, Britz turned smilingly on the chief.
"I'm about ready for the grand climax," he said.
"That so ?"--mockingly from the chief.
"Yes.