The woman sprang to her feet, her eyes flashing through her veil.
“I won’t stay here to be insulted!” she said.
She started for the door, but Nick stopped her with a gesture.
“Wait,” he said. “Are you the woman who occupied a room on the third story of a tenement on East Houston Street?”
“Let me pass,” cried the woman, as Nick stepped in front of her. “I can account for myself to the proper authorities, but not to you.”
In her rage the woman drew herself up to her full height and gazed at the detective, with a fierce hate burning in her eyes.
“It may be as well for you to remain here and answer a few questions, but you may go if you think best,” said Nick.
“What do you want?” demanded the woman.
“This: When did you first meet Julius Mantelle?”
Mantelle now sprang to his feet.