“I wonder if Nora, my jaileress, escaped?”
“We will find that out by and by. Tell me the whole story, Margie, and then we will see what can be done.”
The girl proceeded, and gave the detective the entire story of her adventures while in the hands of Claude Lamont and under Nora’s care, and Nick listened attentively.
“I think I can locate your jaileress,” said he, at the end of Margie’s narrative.
“Do so. She didn’t treat me badly, only she was true to her master. She started at the mention of your name, though.”
“Did she?” smiled Carter.
“It drove every vestige of color from her face.”
“She’s met me somewhere, then,” said the detective. “I want to see Nora.”
Half an hour later the detective reached the scene of the fire, and looked upon the ruins of Margie’s prison.
The house had been entirely destroyed, and some of the neighbors seemed glad that it was so.