Richard had turned deadly white at the words, "She is my wife!" It was the
death-knell of his hopes of securing the fortune for which he had not
hesitated to sacrifice every particle of moral principle. When he turned
and saw impending retribution in the shape of the two stalwart
representatives of the law, a look of cunning came into his face, and with
one swift motion he turned to flee up the staircase close at hand.

"Not much you don't," said an enterprising bell-boy, flinging himself in
the way and tripping up the scoundrel in his flight.

The policemen were upon him and had him handcuffed in an instant. The
Irishman now began to protest that he was but an innocent tool, hired to
help discover the whereabouts of an escaped lunatic, as he supposed. He
was walked off to the patrol wagon without further ceremony.

It was all over in a few minutes. The elevator carried off the detective,
the policemen, and their two prisoners. The door closed behind Dunham and
his bride, and the curious guests who had peered out, alarmed by the
uproar, saw nothing but a few bell-boys standing in the hall, describing
to one another the scene as they had witnessed it.

"He stood here and I stood right there," said one, "and the policeman, he
come----"

The guests could not find out just what had happened, but supposed there
had been an attempted robbery, and retired behind locked doors to see that
their jewels were safely hidden.

Dunham drew the trembling girl into his arms and tried to soothe her. The