“Yes; not far.”
The last word seemed to come from between clenched teeth, and a desperate look settled on the woman’s face.
“Then here’s to you, Nora, and good luck go with you,” and Lamont held out his hand.
She pushed it away, with a look of disdain.
“It’s like your money. There’s blood on it, too!” she exclaimed. “Some day you’ll wish you had never had anything to do with this game of crime. Good-by.”
She sprang up, gave him another look and vanished.
“She’s mad, but it’s all right. She will try the river,” he laughed.
CHAPTER XXVII.
FOUND IN THE TIDE.
After the scene the detective had witnessed through Bristol Clara’s assistance he made his way to another part of the city and entered a little house, where he was confronted by Billy, the street rat.
The detective wanted to ascertain if the boy had picked up anything new, and his first words startled him.