fe of
Lady Summersdale to drop a cross--a red cross. It was found by Bart--I
mean Morley, who was the detective."

"You can call him Bart," said Giles. "Steel told me it was his name."

"I prefer to call him Morley, since by that name I know him best," was
Denham's retort. "As I say, he discovered the red cross. He had charge
of the case, and he traced me by that ornament. He got to know of the
yacht and of the working of the gang. Instead of arresting us all, which
he could have done, he agreed to join us."

"I thought so!" cried Steel, slapping his thigh. "I guessed this."

"Did you offer him any inducement?" asked Giles.

"Yes. At first he was bent on breaking up the gang and putting me in
jail. But I remembered how Walpole had said that every man had his
price. I ascertained Morley's. It was ease and comfort and plenty of
money to gamble with."

"Did he gamble?" asked Ware, starting.

"He ruined himself with gambling," replied Denham. "If it had not been
for his indulgence in that vice, he would not have joined our society,
Mr. Ware. However, he did. I told him of the Powell money, and said that
when I got it I would share it with him. Franklin was drowned; I had his
papers, and knew all about his life, and there was no difficulty in my
proving myself to be the man. I did so, and now have the money."

"But the price of Daisy's death was----"

"I'm coming to that," interrupted Denham impatiently. "Well, Morley
joined us. His professional information helped us to improve our
business. He made me give back Lady Summersdale's jewels, so that his
professional reputation might be preserved. He was highly complimented
on getting the swag back," added Denham, smiling ironically, "but the
thieves unfortunately escaped."

"And he was hand in glove with the lot of you," said Steel, almost with
admiration. "I always said Joe Bart was clever."

"He was too clever for me," said Denham, shifting his position, and
sighing with the pain of his leg. However, with iron resolution he
continued. "But I'll punish him yet. Well, to make a long story short,
Morley retired from the force and married a widow. She had money. He
spent all she had. He got his percentage from our society, and spent
that also. He was always gambling, and took runs up to town to lose his
money in a private hell he knew of. Afterwards he got into difficulties,
and began to yearn for the Powell money. It was because Daisy Kent was
to inherit it that he