quare gambling den. And he had loads of money till he went crazy
over cards."

It was afternoon when Miss Worthington was pondering over Witherspoon's
telegram from Philadelphia, that Officer McNerney was swiftly rowed
out to the yacht "Rambler," lying on the oily summer waters of the
lower bay. Beside him, the notary calmly awaited the materialization
of the second hundred-dollar bill.

But, busied as all her secret agents were, none of the men now
chasing down the fugitive murderer were as anxious at heart as Miss
Alice Worthington.

It was easy to arrange for the money Witherspoon had telegraphed
for; she knew the secret object of his visit to Washington, but
only that certain parties had been taken into custody, and that
there was light ahead.

"My father!" she cried, as she fell on her knees and prayed that
the mantle of shame should not fall upon his yet raw grave.

It was half an hour after Doctor Atwater and McNerney began to
question Emil Einstein that the young scapegoat at last dropped
his policy of lying braggadocio.

Confined in the cabin of the stout schooner yacht of a hundred tons,
he had craftily fenced himself in with a network of lies during
the night, in preparation for the ordeal which he well knew was at
hand.

His coarse, defiant nature rebelled when Policeman McNerney confronted
him, and he felt secure in recalling the narrow limitations of
the policeman's possible knowledge of the past.

But at last the lad yielded under the hammering of the enraged
officer. "I'll give you just five minutes to consider if you wish
to sacrifice your mother's life, you young dog," McNerney exclaimed.
"We have her confession in full, and as you decoyed this murdered
man into her clutches, you are only saving yourself by a full
unbosoming."

"And if I don't talk?" growled Emil, beginning to sicken over the
gloomy future.

"You will be sailed around on this yacht till you weaken, till
we've caught the head devil, and then it only depends on him as to
whether you go to the 'chair' with him or not!" It was a frightful
alternative.

With a sudden revulsion, the startled young rascal exclaimed: "I'll
give you the whole business, as far as I know; and if you'll save
my mother, I'll turn State's evidence. I know nothing about the
murder! I only know now that Fritz Braun wanted to get poor Mr.
Clayton into some out-of-the-way place to get the money away from
him. I only thought that he wanted to blee