he other side
that Mrs. Morton had sent for him at half past ten.

"The message was phoned down by the lady herself," the clerk added, by
way of explanation.

Duvall went up in the elevator, and a few moments later, was knocking at
the door of Mrs. Morton's suite.

The latter herself appeared in the doorway. She was pale and agitated.
"Come in, Mr. Duvall," she said.

The detective entered, closing the door behind him.

"What is wrong, Mrs. Morton?" he asked.

"There has been another warning--a dreadful one," the older woman
exclaimed, her voice trembling. "It came a little after ten."

"What was it?" Duvall's voice was almost as strained as that of the
woman before him. Her words came to him as a complete surprise. Had all
the work of the evening, then, been wasted?

"At a little after ten," Mrs. Morton said slowly, "I sent my maid Nora
out for some medicine for my daughter. She went to a drug store some
three blocks away. As she returned to the hotel, she saw a young woman
standing near the entrance, apparently watching those who went in and
out. As soon as the maid came up to the doorway, the woman stepped up to
her, and thrusting a package into her hands, said quickly, 'Give this to
Miss Ruth Morton. It is from the studio.' Then she walked away at once.

"Nora, as she tells me, did not know just what to do. You will remember
that while she realizes from our presence here under an assumed name,
that something is wrong, she knows little or nothing of the
circumstances surrounding Ruth's terrible persecution. Hence she
foolishly took both the medicine and the package the woman had given
her, to my daughter."

"Yes--yes--go on," Duvall exclaimed, seeing Mrs. Morton pause.

"Ruth opened them both. I was in the next room at the moment. Suddenly I
heard a cry, and on rushing in, found her standing in the center of the
room, holding a small bottle in one hand, and staring at it in the
utmost consternation. In her other hand was a sheet of paper, which, as
I subsequently found, had been wrapped around the bottle, inside the
outer brown-paper cover.

"The bottle was labeled 'carbolic acid.' Here is the sheet of paper."
Mrs. Morton, with trembling fingers, extended a half sheet of note-paper
toward the detective.

Duvall took it and read the typewritten words upon it.

"We gave you thirty days. Now we give you seven. Drink this, and save
yourself from a horrible fate." The death's head signature ended the
mes