If only she hadn't told him--too late!--she was helpless.

She could not call the detective without ruining Jack--and yet, if Fleming escaped with the money--how could Jack ever prove his innocence?
Fleming watched her for an instant, smiling.

Then, seeing she made no move, he darted hastily toward the double doors of the alcove, flung them open, seemed about to dash up the alcove stairs.

The sight of him escaping with the only existing clue to the hidden room galvanized Dale into action.

She followed him, hurriedly snatching up Miss Cornelia's revolver from the table as she did so, in a last gesture of desperation.
"No! No! Give it to me! Give it to me!" and she sprang after him, clutching the revolver.