Gone! Berger knew that he must go — somewhere where he could never tell his true story. He thought of the confession that he had written; the letter which the Red Envoy had intercepted.
Berger’s hand trembled as he reached for the little box.
The young man mumbled incoherent words; then suddenly his hand became steady as he lifted the box and poured the pills into his other hand.
When the distant clock struck twelve, all was silent in the apartment. The lamp still shone upon the table, and its rays, gleaming to the floor, revealed the dead body of Stanley Berger.
CHAPTER IX
HOW VINCENT ESCAPED
HARRY VINCENT waited in darkness after the girl had gone. A multitude of thoughts overwhelmed his throbbing brain.
Who was the girl? Why had she saved him?
The first question was unanswerable. Harry felt that he could explain the second. He was sure that the girl had reciprocated the interest which he had felt for her. She had left him, alone, in a place that was virtually a prison; but he was positive that she had some plan for his escape.
A speck of light suddenly showed through the panel in front of him. Harry placed his eye to the spot.