"What do you mean? Wh—who are you?" he faltered.
"I am Adam Adams. I believe we have met before."
"Adams!" The secret service man sank back in an armchair. "And you—you are here to arrest me?"
"Exactly. As I said before, the whole game is up. Inside of half an hour you will be safe in prison, and then we shall round up such other members of the gang as are still at large. Unless you want to make a confession, you will have to stand trial for the murder of Mr. and Mrs. Langmore."
"Never! I'll—I'll tell all I know, first!" The man's lips were white and his eyes full of commingled rage and fear.
"You will make a clean and clear statement?"
"Yes."
"Clearing up the murder mystery?"
"Yes."