Entering the parlor again, Mr. Mountain tore off the wrapper to show the bills within, and held it out to her.
She called for the confession, and, receiving it from the servant, held it out to Mr. Mountain, who took it as she took the package of bills.
Mr. Mountain assured himself it was the original by a hasty glance. The Brown Robin was tearing the wrapper from the package.
When she opened it and shifted the bills she fairly screamed.
The package was a dummy, only one bill being on the top.
She sprang forward, but she faced two revolvers leveled at her.
“You are my prisoner, Brown Robin. I am not Mr. Mountain, but Chick Carter, the detective. Mr. Mountain stayed at the hotel that he went to with you. I came in his place.”
The woman stepped on the button she had boasted of, and bells sounded in the house.
At the same instant Chick gave a shrill whistle.
A door crashed in and the plate glass of a front window was broken by the heavy blows of a hammer.