He beheld a motionless figure, clad in a dark-blue suit, with shapely white hands crossed on its breast, with upturned, hueless face, as colorless as if death had lately claimed her--the face and figure of a surpassingly beautiful woman. CHAPTER VI. HOW IT WAS DONE. Jerry Nolan was not rattled by the discovery he had made. It was not in his nature to be upset by anything short of a cyclone or an earthquake. He gazed in for several moments at the motionless form on the bed, then tiptoed into the room to make a closer inspection. “Is she dead?” he asked himself. “Has she been croaked by crooks?” Nolan paused beside the bed, bending above her. It seemed to him that he had never beheld a more beautiful face. He touched her hand and found it cold, then listened and looked in vain for any sign that she was breathing. There was an ugly gleam in Nolan’s eyes when he straightened up and turned toward the door. He caught sight of a switch key on the wall, and realized that with more light he could better determine the woman’s condition. He turned the key and a flood of electric light filled the room. When he swung round again other objects met Nolan’s gaze. The woman’s hat and jacket were lying on a chair. Beside them lay an open hand bag. It contained only a dainty lace handkerchief. Her purse and other valuables evidently had been stolen. Her kid gloves had been tossed upon a bureau. Near them on the bureau, placed in a small china tray, was a slender object, that glistened brightly in the electric light. Nolan approached and gazed at it. It was a small glass hypodermic syringe, nearly filled with a colorless fluid. A scrap of paper, on which a few words were typewritten, had been placed under the tray. Nolan drew it out and read: “This woman is only drugged. Inject the contents of the syringe into her arm to revive her.” Nolan did not hesitate. He took up the syringe with the familiarity of a physician, or of a dope fiend accustomed to using one, and again approached the bed. Drawing up the sleeve from the woman’s shapely arm, he plunged the needle through the fair skin and injected the contents of the syringe, which he then replaced on the bureau. Nolan then put a chair near the side of the bed and sat down to await the result of this treatment. He had not long to wait. Scarce five minutes had passed when a tinge of color appeared in the woman’s pale cheeks. Her lips parted slightly and Nolan then could detect that she was breathing. Another minute brought a deep-drawn sigh and a low moan, soon followed by a fluttering of her eyelids. “She’s still in the ring, all right,” Nolan congratulated himself. “They were a clever bunch, for fair, that did this job. Ten bucks, eh? I’ll soon see about that ten bucks’ gag. They’ll come down handsomely for this, those two rats. Ah, now her lamps are lighted!” The woman had opened her eyes.