"Are you aware that we have your mother in jail?"
A look of alarm swept over her face, the color fled from her cheeks and she slowly rose to her feet and asked in strained tones:
"What! My mother in prison?"
"Yes, and you are going to join her in a few moments."
"Mr. Brady, you are very much mistaken."
"Why am I?"
"I'll show you, sir."
She gave utterance to a cough. It was a signal. Instantly the door of an ante-room flew open. In the opening stood four men. They were the spies.
Each one was armed with a revolver.
These weapons were aimed at the Bradys and the girl laughed outright when she saw the involuntary expressions of astonishment that swept over their features.