Her large eyes were fixed upon the detectives questioningly. But it was plain that her confidence was wan.
“Oh, I am sure you are friends,” she said, earnestly, “and you will take me from this dreadful place.”
“Tell me your story,” said Old King Brady. “Who brought you here? Why are you here?”
“Oh, I do not know,” she said with a shudder. “They tell me that I am insane like the others in this place. But I am not. Truly I am not!”
“Where did you come from?”
“My home is in Westchester near New York City.”
Old King Brady gave a start.
His eyes flashed.
“Will you tell me your name?”
“Certainly!” replied the fair prisoner. “My name is Evelyn Grimm!”