“I have a plan,” he said slowly. “Keep the woman Justine here. I will pay her and ship her off to Paris. Dan Daly will see that she goes. Let us only frighten her! She will be only too glad to escape her rightful punishment—the lying jade! You have recovered your dangerous document. You do not need Martha Wilmot now. Let me separate these people at once! “Martha goes back first to England. Alberg is gone, and of course the nurse can not be convicted. There is no direct evidence. I will have Mulholland quietly released; Daly can answer for him. Helms we will call quits with, on his frankly signing a full confession, naming only himself, and I give him a passage over to Hamburg. And this will stop Justine’s mouth forever.” “And the disposition of Justine?” murmured the white-faced woman. “She stays here only till Vreeland is buried, and I then will have her properly paid off before the Consul, and see her on the French steamer myself. I know the French Consul very well. She will never return. It is the only way to bury the whole past in Vreeland’s grave. “For, only in this way, Daly can quietly aid me to frighten a written confession out of each of our other captives. And then the courts, newspapers and the public must perforce remain out of the affair. I have to go now and see Wyman and Endicott about the arrangements for Vreeland’s funeral, as his widow refuses to see any human being. That marriage was only part of some abortive scheme, ruined by Garston’s death. I should say that you had seen enough of Wall Street now.” “Use full power, any money; let it be as you wish,” said Elaine, leaving the room without a word to the two women. “I trust you of all men!” she had whispered at parting. And yet Conyers only sighed wearily. Conyers, adroitly separating the two culprits, hastened to give his directions to Roundsman Daly, who led away Martha Wilmot to begin her preparations for a return voyage. He saw the cogency of Conyers’ smothering policy. “Best end for a bad job all round,” said the blunt policeman. It was midnight when Daly and Conyers finished the details of the plan, which they quickly carried out. The new deal left only Justine Duprez, a moody, self-torturing woman, lingering along under surveillance, until she grasped at her safety by an implicit obedience. She was now humbled and eager for departure. She well knew that Vreeland’s grave hid her only friend. “Thank heaven, Daly!” said Conyers. “I have ‘squared’ all the reporters, you have done the same for the police, and I think after the two men are buried, that a week will find them both forgotten in the swim! So runs the modern world away!” “I am glad of the whole ending,” said honest Daly. “For as Mrs. Willoughby has promised to give Mary a home of her own, and she needs her services no more, I shall soon ask you to my wedding, and, I also hope to hear of your own.”