"Bring that woman here."
Slim, bound and at the door, laughed.
Garth grasped the inspector's arm.
"Don't," he said. "Don't bother about her. Let her go."
But the inspector strode to the safe, raised Nora, and drew her hands from her face.
He gasped and leaned heavily against the divan. All at once he appeared old.
Garth sprang to his side. He knew the inspector must not speak now.
"I'll tell you," he cried. "You have to thank Nora as much as me."
He glanced at the girl.
"That is, we put it over together. It was a winning combination, but we didn't have the nerve to put you wise."