When the night call came, it found a young woman struggling with great emotions, the better impulses of her sex battling against the perverted sordid side of her nature. It was the culmination of the biggest game Nell Delaney and her gang had ever undertaken. The girl, in order to land an over-cautious victim, had actually married Karl Kreidt, an unsophisticated young man, who had just come into possession of a large amount of money. He was thoroughly infatuated with the woman, could do naught but plan for her comfort, and so fell into the trap she had devised. Lured into a lonely house at night, he surrendered his fortune to the crooks rather than meet death, never knowing that Nell was the chief plotter. In fact, his last thought was of her, and he sent word to her that he had ruined her future and disgraced himself to save his own miserable life. She, crouching in the next room, had overheard this confession, and the feminine impulse seized her to frenziedly try and right the wrong. She dashed into the room and savagely attacked the men who had robbed her husband. Amazon-like, she rushed into the thick of the fight, revolver in hand, and fought her husband free, both escaping to a waiting automobile outside. She was wounded in the fight, but, during convalescence, confessed all to Karl, to whom she was thoroughly reconciled and was forgiven to lead a happy and a useful life.