The girl opened her eyes and arose slowly to her feet.
“You are telling a mess of lies!” she said.
“The suit you wore when you murdered Townsend,” said Nick, “is now at my office. I found it in the closet off Stella’s room on Houston Street. Anton bought it in Paris, and it was made over to fit you. The suit of Townsend’s, which you wore away, was found in the same place.”
“If they were in Stella’s room, why don’t you accuse her of the murder?” demanded Anton.
“Because the chief admits that Bernice committed the crime,” was the reply.
“If she goes to the electric chair, he shall go with her,” said the young man significantly. “He is as guilty as any one.”
The chief of the syndicate sprang forward.
“You traitor!” he shouted. “You are telling lies!”
“Lies!” echoed Anton; “who planned the murder of the elevator boy, after he had been bribed and used? You did, and Stella threw the jar from the window of her room when he passed along there, directed to that place by you!”