“He is my uncle,” she said. “He it was who declared I was insane and had me brought here!”
Old King Brady began to see his way through the fog.
The vile plot in all its intricacies was now exposed to him.
“That was the way of it,” he said. “Then you did not keep an appointment in Union Square on a certain evening?”
“Never!”
“Nor you were not murdered and burned up in a Fifteenth street house?”
The young girl looked astonished.
“I do not understand you,” she said.
“I do not wonder,” said the old detective. “I will explain. That is the story of your mysterious disappearance as given to the world by your uncle.”
“Well, it is false!”