"Stop, murderer!"
Black Hood turned, just a little slowly this time, because he had recognized that voice—a voice that haunted his dreams as did the face of the lovely girl who owned it. Barbara Sutton stood in the doorway, a small but businesslike revolver in her hand.
CHAPTER XI
The Frame Complete
"Barbara," Black Hood said quietly, "you're joking!"
She shook her head. Her lower lip trembled.
Black Hood took two steps toward her and saw her gun wrist stiffen.
"Listen," he said grimly, "I could take that penny pea shooter away from you in a second. I want you to know that I'm staying here in this room when every second of delay may spell my death. I'm staying here because if it's the last thing I do, I'm going to convince you that I'm not a killer. And I'm not the Eye."
"That picture Joe took," she said. "And that confession of the man in Tombs. And you've told me time and time again that you're an outlaw."