"Very well, let us try again," he replied with a forced
unconcern, though the answer seemed to interest him, for "les
vaches" meant "the cows," otherwise known as the police.

No lawyer could have revelled in an opportunity for putting
leading questions more ruthlessly than did Kennedy. He snapped
out his words sharply and unexpectedly.

"Chandelier." "Light."

"Electric light," he emphasised. "Broadway," she answered,
endeavouring to force a new association of ideas to replace one
which she strove to conceal.

"Safe." "Vaults." Out of the corner of my eye I could see that
the indicator showed a tremendously increased heart action. As
for the reaction time, I noted that it was growing longer and
more significant. Remorselessly he pressed his words home.
Mentally I cursed him.

"Rubber." "Tire."

"Steel." "Pittsburg," she cried at random.

"Strong-box," No answer.

"Lock." Again no answer. He hurried his words. I was leaning
forward, tense with excitement and sympathy.

"Key." Silence and a fluttering of the blood pressure indicator.