mie Dale paused. Burton made no answer.

"And so," said Jimmie Dale presently, "to save yourself from the death
penalty you took them."

"Yes," said Burton, scarcely above his breath. "Are you an officer? If
you are, take me, have done with it! Only for Heaven's sake end it! If
you're not--"

Jimmie Dale was not listening. "The cupboard at the rear of the room,"
she had said. He walked across to it now, opened it, and, after a little
search, found a small bundle. He returned with it in his hand, and,
kneeling beside the dead man on the floor, his back to Burton, untied
it, took out a red wig and beard, and slipped them on to old Isaac's
head and face.

"I wonder," he said grimly, as he stood up, "if you ever saw this man
before?"

"My God--PERLEY!" With a wild cry, Burton was on his feet, straining
forward like a man crazed.

"Yes," said Jimmie Dale, "Perley! Sort of an ironic justice in his end
as far as you are concerned, isn't there? I think we'll leave him like
that--as Perley. It will provide the police with an interesting little
problem--which they will never solve, and--STEADY!"

Burton was rocking on his feet, the tears were streaming down his face.
He lurched heavily--and Jimmie Dale caught him, and pushed him back into
the chair again.

"I thought--I thought there was blood on my hands," said Burton brokenly;
"that--that I had taken a man's life. It was horrible, horrible! I've
lived through three days that I thought would drive me mad, while I--I
tried to do my work, and--and talk to people, just as if nothing had
happened. And every one that spoke to me seemed so carefree and happy,
and I would have sold my soul to have changed places with them." He
stared at the form on the floor, and shivered suddenly. "It--it was like
that I saw him last!" he whispered. "But--but I do not understand."

Jimmie Dale smiled a little wearily.

"It was simple enough," he said. "Old Isaac had had his eyes on those
rubies for a long time. The easiest way of getting them was through you.
The revolver he gave you before you entered Sagosto's was loaded with
blank cartridges, the blood you saw was the old, old trick--a punctured
bladder of red pigment concealed under the vest."

"Let us get out of here!" Burton shuddered again. "Let us get out of
here--at once--now. If we're found here, we'll be accused of--THAT!"

"There is no hurry," Jimmie Dale answered quietly. "I have told you that
no one is liable to come here