“Now, gentlemen, are there any other points that you wish cleared up? There is one I will clear up which is probably not obscure. Two days ago I told Yale that great criminals are usually brought to their end through ridiculous mistakes. Yale had the effrontery to tell me that he had called at Mr. Willings’s house after he had left and that the servants had told him where Thalia and Willings had gone. That alone was sufficient to damn him, because he had not been near Willings’s house since the morning, and had arrived at the country place at least an hour before the servants had come.” “The question that disturbs me for the moment,” said the Prime Minister, “is what reward we can give to your daughter, Mr. Parr? Your promotion is of course an easy matter to arrange, for there is an assistant-commissionership vacant at this moment; but I don’t exactly see what we can do for Miss Drummond, except of course to give her the monetary reward which is due for having brought about the capture of this dangerous criminal.” Then a husky voice spoke. It sounded to Jack as though it were his, and the rest of the people about the table seemed to be under the same impression. “There is no need to bother about Miss Parr,” said this strange voice, that was speaking Jack’s thoughts, “we are getting married very soon.” When the buzz of congratulation had subsided, Inspector Parr leant toward his daughter. “You didn’t tell me, mother,” he said reproachfully. “I didn’t even tell him,” she said, looking at Jack wonderingly. “Do you mean to say he hasn’t asked you to marry him?” demanded her amazed father. She shook her head. “No,” she said, “and I haven’t told him I would marry him either, but I had a feeling that something like this would happen.” * * * * * Lightman, or Yale, as he was best known, was an exemplary prisoner. His only complaint against the authorities was that they would not let him smoke on his way to his execution. “They order these things much better in France,” he said to the governor. “Now, the last time I was executed----” To the chaplain he expressed the warmest interest in Thalia Drummond. “There is a girl in a million!” he said. “I suppose she will marry young Beardmore--he is a very lucky fellow. Personally, women arouse very little enthusiasm in me, and I ascribe my success in life to this fact. But if I were a marrying man, I think Thalia Drummond would be the very type I should search for.” He liked the chaplain because the padre was a big human man who could talk interestingly on places and things and people, and Derrick Yale had seen most of the fascinating places in the world. On a grey March morning a man came into his cell and strapped his hands. Yale looked at him over his shoulder. “Have you ever heard of M. Pallion? He was a member of your profession.”