Helplessly she turned her head away, stopping her ears that she might not hear the cries which the wretched Chinese woman could no longer keep back. But the cries suddenly _ceased_. "She has fainted," said the torturer. "You have killed her, poor soul!" moaned Alice. "Oh, you yellow fiends!" CHAPTER VIII. OLD KING BRADY BLUNDERS AHEAD AS BEST HE CAN. It was undoubtedly the mildness with which the old detective spoke which influenced the young woman to stand her ground. "Who are you? What are you doing in this room?" she faltered. "I might put the same question to you, young woman," Old King Brady replied. "I was a witness to your display of rage against a picture. You must be in love with Dr. Garshaski, then?" "In love with him!" she cried with a hysterical laugh. "I hate him! I am his wife." "So? In that case I may as well introduce myself. Did you ever happen to hear him speak of Old King Brady, the detective?" "Yes; many a time. He also was a detective. He once worked for you in New York." "Yes, for a short time. Were you his wife then, may I ask?" "Sure I was. I married him five years ago. He deserted me. He has never provided for my support since. I have been living in Los Angeles. I only came to San Francisco day before yesterday. I happened to meet him in the street. I tell you I made it hot for him. He gave me the slip or I would have had him arrested. I learned that he was living here. I have been here again and again, but this is the first time I have been able to get into the room." "Do you know whose picture that was which you destroyed?" "Sure I do. A woman he married in New York two years ago. He is living with her here now, but I'll have him arrested. I am his lawful wife." "You are quite mistaken. He never married her." "He told me he did. He showed me her picture one time about a year ago." "He lied. That lady is my partner. Dr. Garshaski so pestered her with his attentions that I had to have him arrested. Then I was told that he went to China." "So he did. Twice since then. Mr. Brady, I begin to believe you are telling me the truth." "I certainly am, but let us leave this house. I don't wish the doctor to know I have been here. I should like to talk with you further, Mrs. Garshaski." "I'll go, but you needn't call me that. I go now by my mother's maiden name. I am known as Inez Reyes." "Mrs. or miss?" "Miss." "Very well, Miss Reyes. Let us get out; that is if you have accomplished your purpose here." "My purpose!" she replied, grimly. "My purpose is to catch my husband and make him give me money to live on. He is an opium smuggler. He is rolling in wealth. I don't care what he does so long as he gives me money to live on." "Perhaps I may be able to help in that, but we won't talk any more about it till we get on the street." They then hurriedly left the house. As they walked along, Old King Brady explained about the disappearance of Alice.