It was Leath who had the mark of the crossed arrows.”
Farnham, glancing at the man who had been so adroitly unmasked, saw him recoil as though he had been stung, and averted his eyes to avoid witnessing the distressing spectacle of collapse which he thought was at hand; but the other, nerving himself for a final defiance, turned his back upon Mrs. Leath with brutal indifference and said, with cool insolence, “I seem to have fallen into your clumsy trap, and,” he added, with a vindictive scowl at Farnham, “I congratulate this gentleman upon his police work as a spy, in running me down. I am Lansing Black. Is there anything more?”
“Yes,” said the imperturbable inspector, “What became of Roger Leath?”
Black glared at him wildly for an instant, and then sank back into a chair and covered his face with his hands,
