“It was empty!”
“Empty? My God!” and Opal, the millionaire’s daughter, staggered back and dropped into her father’s chair.
CHAPTER XXX.
THE MASTER DETECTIVE’S LITTLE GAME.
“Empty? That house?” again cried Opal, from the depths of the chair. “I cannot believe it.”
“It is true. I just came from the place,” answered Claude. “What did you do there, sis?”
“I shot him.”
“Not the detective?”
“Yes; Carter. I lured him to the place. He was here again, playing his hand. I could not stand it. He was in our way. I wanted him removed. Father was helpless, and the desperate scheme came into my head. I lured him to the Cedar Street house and leaned over the banister, shooting him through the transom while he stood in the parlor.”
“And left him there?”
“Yes, yes.”