The strange woman whose steps he had followed through the streets lay before him in the dim light of that cheerless room—dead upon the floor.
[CHAPTER VIII.]
THE SECRET OF THE IRON DOOR.
The feeling uppermost in the mind of Frank Mansfield, as handcuffed and helpless, caught under the most suspicious circumstances on the very spot where a great crime had been committed, he accompanied Officer Schneider on the short journey to New Church street station, was one of hopeless despair.
What was the true meaning of these strange happenings?
What has become of Cutts, of his unhappy mother, and of the two boys who had detained her beneath the church-yard wall as he himself entered the bank?
He did not know.
He could not form even the faintest idea.
Until now the thought that Cutts had been other than sincere in his request to examine the signature book of the bank had never entered his mind, but as he began to think serious doubts found place therein.