One of these
two had been my benefactor, had saved me from a fate worse than death,
so I set myself to hunt this man down. And here I found that I could
accomplish two objects at one stroke. I found that the man was playing
into my hands. I followed him in disguise. Little by little I gained
the knowledge of his secrets, enough to send him to State's prison,
and more than enough. But one thing was wanting. For that I waited;
for that I breathed the same air with creatures whom my soul loathed,
and now that one missing link is supplied. At last, I am free! At
last, I can throw off the mask! At last, I can say to the destroyer of
poor Kitty, to the man who swore away the liberty of another to screen
himself--Lucian Davlin, I have hunted you down! I have held you here
to be taken like a rat in a trap! Officers, seize him! He has been my
prisoner long enough!"

Was it a transformation scene?

While she is uttering those last words, suddenly the room becomes full
of people, and Lucian Davlin is writhing in the grasp of the two
officers; struggling hopelessly, baffled completely, maddened with
rage and shame. When at last he has ceased to struggle, because
resistance is so utterly useless, he turns his now glaring eyes upon
the brave girl whose life he had sought to wreck, and hisses:

"Don't forget to mention how you first came to the conclusion that I
had wronged you! Don't forget to state that you ran away from Bellair
with me; that you lodged in my bachelor quarters; that--"

A heavy hand comes in forcible contact with the sneering mouth, as one
of the officers says, gruffly: "None o' that, my lad. I'd sooner gag
you than not, if you give me another chance."

But Madeline answers him with a scornful laugh: "That I shot you in
your own den? Coward! do you think my friends do not know all? Here
stands the man who saw me in your company that night," pointing to
Clarence Vaughan; "and here," turning to Claire, "is the sister of the
woman who came to me, at Dr. Vaughan's request, and told me who and
what you were! It was these two who nursed me during my illness, and
who have been, from first to last, my friends. Bah! man, you have been
only a dupe. Your servant, your doctor, your detectives, are all in my
service! I have fooled you to the top of your bent, and kept you under
this roof until we had found the proof that it was you, and not Philip
Girard, who struck this man," pointing to Percy, "and robbed him, five
years