Not even pausing to take breath, she ran along under the gray of the awakening morning, her mouth parched and dry, her tongue seeming to cleave to the roof of her mouth.
About three blocks away she found a policeman. Excitedly she caught his arm.
"Quick!" she gasped. "A moment's delay, and you will be too late! He may have escaped now! There are millions of money depending upon it. Quick!"
Something of her excitement seemed to communicate itself to the tired man. He set into a run with her, and with an evidence of surprise, stopped before the residence of Ben Mauprat, where the door was already open, and in which he could see the shadowy figures of a man and woman.
With the officer, Leonie sprung up the steps.
"Arrest that man!" she gasped, pointing dramatically toward Luis Kingsley. "He has a will in his possession that has been suppressed for years!"
"Arrest that woman, who is masquerading in the clothes of a man!" exclaimed Kingsley angrily, seeing that he had fallen into a trap.
Miss Chandler had sunk back helplessly. The officer glanced hastily from one to the other.
"I think I had better take you all in!" he said. "That seems to be the safe plan. Come, now, and no foolishness!"