"Have you ever seen his wife, Jim?" she asked simply.
He nodded.
"So have I," she went on. "She's the one I'm thinking of. She's too young, too happy, to have her whole life stained by this thing."
But Garth's anger persisted. Black, however, in response to Nora's nod, slipped behind the window curtains. The inspector, Manford, and a number of detectives rushed in.
"Get your men through the house," Nora advised.
The inspector motioned the men to go. He lumbered over to Nora. He put his arms around her. An excessive gratitude moistened his eyes and thickened his voice.
"Thank the Lord!"
"Thank Jim," she said, "although he risked everything by appearing here."
"If you'd told us more of your plans," Garth said, "we would have worked better together."
"I didn't dare," she answered. "I knew so little myself. So much depended on success."