Raymond Blütherski lay asleep. On his dressing-table rested the fatal
ball of paper.
Suddenly a portion of the wall moved back and Madge Capperton appeared
in the opening. As noiselessly as possible she crept forward and
snatched up the despatches. In a few seconds she would be safe!
At that instant Blütherski awoke, leapt out of his bed and grasped her
roughly by the arm. But he had reckoned without Capperton.
The commanding figure of the detective appeared in the room. He levelled
a large revolver at Blütherski, and the latter threw up his hands with a
cry of baffled hate.