he emptied the contents of his water glass upon the floor, and poured some of the soup into the glass. Then he rose and, concealing the glass by his side, walked toward the door that led into the lobby of the small hotel.
"I've been called to the telephone," he explained with a forced smile as he passed her. "Be back in a minute."
Out in the lobby, he called one of his henchmen and handed the glass to him.
"Take that over to the drug store across the street right away and have it analyzed." he ordered. "I'll wait here till you get back."
His thoughts in a turmoil, he waited. But he was positive of the verdict even before his henchman returned and breathlessly announced it! The soup contained enough poison to kill a mule, much less a man!
Tony walked back into the dining-room with his face an expressionless mask in which only the eyes glittered with life. The nerve of the girl, to get a job in his own hotel so that she could have the opportunity of poisoning him, of exacting the toll for Mike's death that the law had been unable to collect. God! She was his own sister, all right.
He stood beside his table and she came forward,
