But she never gave any sign that she heard. She pinned the ends of the bandages carefully.
"And what brought you to this?" asked Haggerty, looking down at his prisoner.
The prisoner shrugged.
"You've the making of a fine man in you," went on Haggerty generously. "What caused you to slip up?"
"That subject is taboo," replied the thief. "But I want to beg your pardon for underestimating your cunning."
"It was all due to a chance shot at the telephone."
"I kept you guessing."
"Merrily, too. My admiration is wholly yours, sir," returned Haggerty, picking up the telephone exchange-book. He rang and placed his lips to the transmitter, calling a number. "Hello! Is this the chief of the Blankshire police? Yes? Well, this is Haggerty. That idea I hinted to you was a mighty good one. Prepare two strong cells and have a doctor on hand. What? Oh, you will find your horse and carriage at Moriarty's. Good-by!"
My money was handed over to me. I returned it to my wallet, but without any particular enthusiasm.
"It's a bad business, William," said I.