Some instinct warned her that this
danger was even worse than it seemed. The man who had saved her
from death had yielded to temptation. Even now, he was engaged in
committing that crime which she had forbidden him. As he had
saved her, so she must save him. She hurried into the gown she
had just put off. Then she went to the telephone-book and
searched for the number of Gilder's house.
* * * * *
It was just a few moments before Mary Turner received the note
from the hands of the sleepy maid that one of the leaves of the
octagonal window in the library of Richard Gilder's town house
swung open, under the persuasive influence of a thin rod of
steel, cunningly used, and Joe Garson stepped confidently into
the dark room.
A faint radiance of moonlight from without showed him for a
second as he passed between the heavy draperies. Then these fell
into place, and he was invisible, and soundless as well. For a
space, he rested motionless, listening intently. Reassured, he
drew out an electric torch and set it glowing.
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