A REPENTANT SINNER.
"How can the patient stars look down
On all their light discovers—
The traitor's smile, the murderer's frown,
The lips of lying lovers?"
When that startling question fell on Miss Erroll's ears she gave a convulsive gasp, and sank limply into the nearest chair.
The skilled detective saw quickly that the woman was a coward at heart, and would not be able to sustain the air of bravado with which she had entered.
Advancing quickly to her side, he threw back the lapel of his overcoat, revealing to her frightened eyes his detective badge, and continuing:
"I am in search of Clifford Standish, and you must tell me where to find him."
She trembled like a leaf in a storm, and muttered, with weak defiance:
"How should I know?"
Norris answered, boldly:
"Because you have been in secret correspondence with the man for weeks. Because you were his confederate in the kidnaping of Miss Geraldine Harding."