“It is false!”

She looked defiant and her eyes flashed.

“There’s another, miss,” continued Carter.

“You dare not say that again.”

“I say it again. There’s another crime. It is the greatest one of all.”

“What is it, pray?”

“The murder of Mother Flintstone!”

CHAPTER XXXVIII.
JUSTICE’S ROUND-UP.

Opal Lamont seemed to grow into a statue before the detective.

She did not move a muscle, but her face grew white, and the detective thought she would sink to the floor.