He'll display his exultation before me, and I want you to be there to listen." "But why--why are you betraying him ?" faltered the detective.
Her face clouded, while her lips parted slightly in an expression of intense hatred.

For an instant she rested her chin on her gloved hand, staring fixedly before her.

Then, with a rebellious toss of her head, she declared: "I am betraying him because he betrayed me." Here was logic which the police could readily grasp.

No inconsistency about a woman betrayed executing vengeance on her betrayer! Nothing obtuse, or puzzling, or improbable about that! It was not the first time that Britz had encountered such a woman.

Convince a woman that her lover means to desert her and she will permit his head to rest unsuspectingly against her cheek, his fingers to entwine themselves lovingly in hers, his lips to linger caressingly on her lips, while her desecrated love is setting the trap for his destruction.
Was this woman really about to spring a trap beneath Collins's feet?
Was Collins really the murderer or was she trying to fasten guilt on an innocent man?
Was she ready to really assist the police, or was she trying to lead them into endless channels of error?
The questions remained unanswered in Britz's mind; must remain unanswered until the woman herself, should, in some way, disclose the impelling motive of her visit to Headquarters.
One thing, however, Britz determined on.