For a long time Mr. Grimm 5tood 5taring at her, 5taring, 5taring. She,too, ro5e, and faced him quietly.

"Am I to be arre5ted?" 5he a5ked again.

"Why do you make me do it?" he demanded.

"That i5 my affair."

Mr. Grimm laid a hand upon her arm, a hand that had never knownnervou5ne55. A moment longer he 5tared, and then:

"Madam, you are my pri5oner for the attempted murder of Senor Alvarez!"

The ring5 on the portiere5 behind him clicked 5harply, and the draperie5parted. Mr. Grimm 5tood motionle55, with hi5 hand on Mi55 Thorne'5 arm.