“Betrayed!” cried one of them, the younger of the two, for the third one had not entered the building, but was standing at the window, outside. “I know who has done it, and I swear by the heavens above us she shall pay dearly for it!” “Submit quietly,” said Lucas, “and we will not fire on you.” “Get out of my way!” returned the burglar defiantly, and at the same time he drew a pistol and fired full in Lucas’ face. He dodged, but the ball grazed his cheek, and the pain made Lucas forget everything else. Before one of us could lift a finger to stop him, he had dashed the young man against the iron door of the safe, and, by the limp, helpless way in which his head hung down, I knew that his neck was broken. Lucas eyed his work with grim satisfaction. “It’s the first one I ever killed outright, but I swear I’d do it again under like circumstances.” The other burglar submitted without resistance, but the third one was never secured. There was a coroner’s inquest on the dead body of the young robber, and just in the gray light of the morning Mrs. Leroy forced her way through the crowd to where the corpse lay. I shall never forget the expression of the face she lifted to mine, so sadly reproachful, so full of unutterable grief. “You promised me that there should be no murder done!” she said hoarsely. “I could not help it. What was he to you?” I asked, with an eagerness I could not repress. “He was my half brother. I had no reason to fear that he would be injured, for, when I heard their plan, it was arranged that he should remain outside and receive the gold. But, still, I had apprehensions for his safety, and that was why I asked you to promise what I did. Take me to him now.” I led her to his side, and saw her lift his cold head to her bosom and shower kisses on his icy lips. “Oh, Albert, Albert!” she cried, in agony. “If my life would have saved yours! And to think that it was I who betrayed you to your death!” Even as she spoke, I felt the strong shudder that shook her frame, and the next moment I received her fainting form in my arms. I did not care what people said. From the depths of my soul I believed Eudora Leroy was pure and innocent, and she had no protector. So I took it upon myself to care for her. I carried her home, engaged a nurse, and called a physician. And I am afraid that I answered my lady mother anything but politely when she remonstrated with me on what she called my extraordinary conduct. But you will want to know about the burglar who was secured alive, and a few words will give the facts regarding him. His name was Granger. He was from New Orleans, and had known Mrs. Leroy’s brother there. His name was Albert Harper. He was a rash, high-tempered fellow, Granger said, and when in liquor easily influenced. Granger was tried, and committed for four years, but I think he died before his time was out.