Another silence followed.
Lena arose from her chair and walked back and forth across the room several times. She resumed her seat again.
“I will tell you everything!” she exclaimed.
“That is right,” the detective said, in an encouraging tone.
Lena leaned back in her chair, and for some moments she sat with head bowed.
At length she looked up at the detective, and said:
“I had a brother, whose name was Edward Peters.
“He was employed by a Mrs. Porter, who lived on Fifth Avenue.
“About ten years ago he was stabbed in the back, and he died in Bellevue Hospital.
“I always believed that some one murdered him, although I could never secure any evidence to prove it.