ISAAC AT BAY
Arnold had a swift premonition of what had happened. He led Ruth to a chair and stood by her side. Ruth gazed around the room in bewilderment. The curtained screen which divided it had been torn down, and the door of the inner apartment, which Isaac kept so zealously locked, stood open. Not only that, but the figure of a second man was dimly seen moving about inside, and, from the light shining out, it was obviously in some way illuminated.
"I don't understand who you are or what you are doing here," Ruth declared, trembling in every limb.
"My name is Inspector Grant," the man replied. "My business is with Isaac Lalonde, who I understand is your uncle."
"What do you want with him?" she asked.
The inspector made no direct reply.
"There are a few questions," he said, "whic
