n," McNerney
tossed his revolver at the point blank. The heavy crack of the
pistol was followed by a yell of rage as the American sprang forward,
planting his foot firmly on Fritz Braun's chest.

Atwater had kicked the knife a score of yards away, when Sergeant
Breyman thrust his burly form in front of the fallen woman.

But, McNerney was sternly covering the fallen form of Braun with
his cocked pistol. "Move, you dog, and I'll blow your brains out!"
he shouted. "Here, Atwater, get the handcuffs out of my left coat
pocket and clap them on this wretch!" There were a half-dozen men
now holding down the defiant murderer, whose right arm lay limply
at his side.

The second carriage had boldly driven across the lawn, and Leah
Einstein leaped lightly to the ground. She was all unveiled now,
and Irma Gluyas uttered a faint cry as the handsome Jewess stood
spellbound before the astounded prisoner.

Sergeant Breyman had already knotted a handkerchief around the
prisoner's bleeding arm, when Dennis McNerney, in a ringing voice,
cried, "August Meyer, alias Fritz Braun, I arrest you for the murder
of Randall Clayton!"

With one shuddering sigh, Irma Gluyas fell prostrate upon the
grassy sward. "Take her into the house, men," cried the sergeant,
as a score of hardy soldiers now closed around the excited group.
"Go with them, Leah," said Atwater. "I'll just glance at this
scoundrel's arm, and then come in to you."

When the riflemen bore the now fainting prisoner into the dreary
granite-walled lodge, McNerney whispered to Atwater, "Look out
for him! I must take the nurse and Leah, and try to locate Braun's
plunder. These Germans must never know of that."

With all the formality of a martinet, Sergeant Breyman now posted
his guard, leaving a corporal and two men with the young surgeon,
for Atwater only lived now to see Braun dragged back to his punishment.
There was no mistake, for McNerney had whispered, "It's the Sixth
Avenue druggist, sure enough! I am a made man for life!"

The few household servants were being paraded and questioned by the
German official, while Dennis McNerney, followed by Leah, glided
through the rooms of the second story. A glance told the practical
officer where Braun had made his own headquarters.

"The southwest bedroom and second-story turret gave a view of all
of the approaches to the Adler's Horst."

Guns and sharpened hunting implements easily showed Braun's
preparations for defe