omplished his purpose, so he hung up the
receiver without engaging in further parley.

"Setting one of your famous traps--eh?" beamed Manning.

"Yes--for the guilty one," admitted Britz.

"You have no doubt that she did the trick?" interjected Greig.

"I have no opinion in the matter," Britz informed him curtly. "I may
have a most decided one, however, in an hour or so."

"Well, what do you think is going to happen now?" drawled Manning. While
he guessed that Britz was setting the stage for a grand climax, he had
not the remotest idea of its nature.

"She knows now that she has inherited Whitmore's fortune," said Britz
with slow emphasis. "In view of what has happened to-day, there is but
one obvious course for her to pursue. She may do it indirectly, through
attorneys. She may elect to do it herself. We shall see."

It was an unsatisfying explanation, revealing nothing of the detective's
hidden purpose. But Manning was unable to entice a more explicit
statement from his subordinate. So he instructed a detective to proceed
to Ward's office and direct the policemen on guard there to withdraw to
their precinct station.

"I'm burning up with curiosity," acknowledged the chief, "but I suppose
I shall have to wait until you're ready to confide what you're about."

"You'll not have to wait very long," Britz promised. "It's a case now of
instant success or instant failure."

Gathering the documents which had been recovered from the butler, Britz
deposited them on a small table at the other end of the room.

"You may tie them up and send them to Beard," he instructed Greig.
"We'll hold the butler for the present. He may be of use."

The detective next obtained a telegraph blank and despatched the
following message:

"_Anderson, Chief of Police, Atlanta, Ga._:

"Please engage lawyer in behalf of one Timson, alias Arthur Travis,
now in Atlanta prison. Have writ of habeas corpus sworn out as soon
as possible and explain matters to Federal attorney down there.
Adhere to line we discussed on my recent visit. Put Timson, when
discharged, on board first train and have one of your men accompany
him to this city. This department will meet all expenses.

"BRITZ."

The detective waited until his assistant had tied up the bundle of
documents; then, lifting the will from his desk and slipping it into his
pocket, he said:

"Come on, Greig! We're going down to Ward's office. There's