“Yes, and now Tom Cooper is in jail that is some consolation, and if we could fix her that is all we would want.”
Just then there came a sound, and both men turned.
A girl with flashing eyes stood before them.
Nellie Standish, too brave for her own good, was ready to make a strike for her lover.
“You have confessed your crime, and here goes for calling the police.”
She pressed the electric button, but instantly the Jew had her in his arms and had crushed her into the vault and shut the door upon her. Her stifled cry did not reach the ear of anyone.
“Now,” said Nathans, “there is but one thing left. Go to the top of the house. Get the girl’s jewels, and then burn the house about her ears, and no one will ever discover her loss, but will think that she perished in the flames.”
With trembling steps the men went out together, but they did not see a sly figure watching them. Jim ran into the library and tried to open the vault. He succeeded in pulling the heavy door open and a figure panting for breath dropped out upon the floor.
“Oh, somebody give me breath to breathe,” gasped she. “Please, please.”
The two men were running down the steps making their way to the street when they heard Helen’s voice.