"A million! We have you. Where is it, or I'll twist your heart before your eyes."
"Father, forgive me!"
"I understand, my child."
"Where is it?" Braine seized Florence by the wrist and swung her toward him.
"Don't tell him, father; don't mind me," said the girl bravely.
Braine, smiling his old evil smile, drew the girl close. It was the last time he ever touched her.
"Look!" screamed Olga.
Every one turned, to see Jones' face peering between the curtains. There was an ironic smile on the butler's lips. The face vanished.
"After him!" cried Braine, releasing Florence.
"After him!" mimicked a voice from the hall.