"I'll tell you where she is! She's right here in this room!" Pointing his finger at Annie in theatrical fashion, he went on furiously: "Annie Jeffries, you're the woman who visited Underwood the night of his death! I don't hesitate to say so. I've said so all along, haven't I, Maloney?" "Yes, you told the newspapers so," retorted Annie dryly. Taking no notice of her remark, the captain blustered: "I've got your record, young woman! I know all about you and your folks. You knew the two men when they were at college. You knew Underwood before you made the acquaintance of young Jeffries. It was Underwood who introduced you to your husband. It was Underwood who aroused your husband's jealousy. You went to his rooms that night. Your husband followed you there, and the shooting took place!" Turning to Judge Brewster, he added, with a sarcastic grin: "False confession, eh? Hypnotism, eh? I guess it's international and constitutional law for yours after this." "You don't say so?" exclaimed Annie, irritated at the man's intolerable insolence. Judge Brewster held up a restraining hand. "Please say nothing," he said with dignity. "No, I guess I'll let him talk. Go on, captain," she said with a smile, as if thoroughly enjoying the situation. Alicia came forward, her face pale, but on it a look of determination, as if she had quite made up her mind as to what course to pursue. In her hand was Underwood's letter. Addressing Annie, she said with emotion: "The truth must come out sooner or later." Seeing what she was about to do, Annie quickly put out her hand to stop her. She expected the banker's wife to do her duty, she had insisted that she must, but now she was ready to do it, she realized what it was costing her. Her position, her future happiness were at stake. It was too great a sacrifice. Perhaps there was some other way. "No, no, not yet," she whispered. But Alicia brushed her aside and, thrusting the letter into the hand of the astonished police captain, she said: "Yes, now! Read that, captain!" Captain Clinton slowly unfolded the letter. Alicia collapsed in a chair. Annie stood by helpless, but trying to collect her wits. The judge watched the scene with amazement, not understanding. The captain read from the letter: "'Dear Mrs. Jeffries" He stopped, and glancing at the signature, exclaimed, "Robert Underwood!" Looking significantly at Annie, he exclaimed: "'Dear Mrs. Jeffries!' Is that conclusive enough? What did I tell you?" Continuing to peruse the letter, he read on: "'Shall be found dead to-morrow--suicide----'" He stopped short and frowned. "What's this? Why, this is a barefaced forgery!" Judge Brewster quickly snatched the letter from his hand and, glancing over it quickly, said: "Permit me. This belongs to my client." Captain Clinton's prognathous jaw snapped to with a click, and he squared his massive shoulders, as he usually did when preparing for hostilities: