“You promise?”
Durgan nodded.
“He’s Cliff Marsland,” said Madge.
“Cliff Marsland!” Durgan’s face expressed intense hatred. “I said I’d let him go, eh? Well, I will let him go — on your account. But I’ve got something of my own to settle with him. Don’t forget that!”
As Durgan stared, Cliff opened his eyes weakly. He tried to move, but the effort failed.
“Coming to, eh?” added Durgan. “Well, tough guy, you’re just in time to see what’s coming to you!”
Gloating, Killer lowered his automatic. His finger was on the trigger. Before he could press it, there was a scream. Madge leaped forward, throwing her body before the muzzle of the automatic, seeking to stop the shots.
It was too late! Killer Durgan’s finger moved before Madge could strike the automatic from his hand. A shot rang out; the bullet found a mark, but it never reached Cliff Marsland!
Killer Durgan stood aghast as Madge fell to the floor, mortally wounded! She had sought to save the man she loved. She had succeeded — at the cost of her own life!
Durgan stood as though petrified. He saw the blond girl give her last gasp of life. His moll was dead!