He stopped suddenly and switched round. Miss Valmond had risen and so had her mother. He was on the pair of them like a leaping cat; there was a sharp click-click, a snarl, and a scream, and one end of a handcuff was on the wrist of each. "Got you, Miss Rosie Edgburn! Got you, Señor Juan Alvarez!" he rapped out sharply; then in a louder tone, as the Reverend Horace made a bolt for the door: "Stop him, nab him, Mr. Narkom! Quick! Played sir, played. Come in, Petrie; come in, Hammond. Gentlemen, here they are, all three of them: Lieutenant Eric Edgburn, his daughter Rose, and Señor Juan Alvarez, the three brute beasts who sent five men to their death for the sake of a lode of sapphires and the devil's lust for gain!" "It's a lie!" flung out the girl who had been known as Rose Valmond. "Oh, no, it's not, you vixen! You loathsome creature that prostituted holy things and made a shield of religion to carry on a vampire's deeds. Look here, you beast of blasphemy: I know the secret of this," he said, and walked over and laid his hand on the crucifix at the head of the bed. "Petrie! round into the oratory with you. There's a nob at the side of the prayer desk--press it when I shout. Oh, no, Miss Edgburn; no, I shan't dance circles nor put my fingers into my nose, nor bite the dust and die. Look how I dare it all. Now Petrie, _now_!" And lo! as he spoke, out of the nostrils of the figure on the cross there rushed downward two streams of white vapour which beat upon the pillows and upon him, smothering both in white dust. "Face powder, Miss Edgburn, only face powder from your own little case over there," he said. "I removed the devil's dust last night when I was in this room alone." She made him no reply--only, like a cornered wretch, screamed out and fainted.