The capture of the burglar, Joe Dutton, the man who dropped the dollars at the Catherine Market—whom we should have stated before was arrested by a policeman on Cherry street before he had run a dozen yards—and his untimely death also rose up before him.
That he had been poisoned by his associates in crime the detective could not doubt.
And the thought gave him no courage.
If these scoundrels had no mercy to share to their own what hope was there for him?
Hark! What sound was that?
Surely there are footsteps walking on the floor above?
Springing to his feet he stares wildly at the trap-door above his head.
It moves! It opens! But alas! it opens not in aid to him!
There is a low murmuring of voices, and suddenly the body of a large and powerful man drops through the open trap, falling heavily at the detective's feet.