Evelyn Grimm was plainly surprised and delighted.
“Oh, heaven be praised!” she said, ardently. “You will save me. You will take me back to New York. In another year my heritage will be mine. I shall contest my uncle’s right to put me in an insane asylum.”
“And well you may. It is as you say, only a scheme to beat you out of your inheritance.”
“Uncle Napoleon will pay for it.”
“We promise you he will. But now let us consider what is to be done. Very naturally you are anxious to escape.”
“Yes.”
“But there are many things to consider. In the first place there is a terrible risk!”
“Indeed!”
“You see the gang of villains with whom your uncle is in league are here to-night. We want to entrap them.”
“Then I must wait?”