Then, the bitterness of Garson's soul was revealed by the
fierceness in his voice as he replied.
"You did not! She was railroaded for a job she never done. She
went in honest, and she came out honest."
The detective indulged himself in a cackle of sneering merriment.
"And that's why she's here now with a gang of crooks," he
retorted.
Garson met the implication fairly.
"Where else should she be?" he demanded, violently. "You ain't
got nothing in that record about my jumping into the river after
her?" The forger's voice deepened and trembled with the
intensity of his emotion, which was now grown so strong that any
who listened and looked might guess something of the truth as to
his feeling toward this woman of whom he spoke. "That's where I
found her--a girl that never done nobody any harm, starving
because you police wouldn't give her a chance to work. In the
river because she wouldn't take the only other way that was left
her to make a living, because she was keeping straight!... Have
you got any of that in your book?"
Cassidy, who had been scowling in the face of this arraignment,
suddenly gave vent to a croaking laugh of derision.
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