Mary gave over
the release, and Aggie, still grumbling, deposited it in her
handbag.
"It seems to me we're going through a lot of red tape," she said
spitefully.
Mary, from her chair at the desk, regarded the malcontent with a
smile, but her tone was crisp as she answered.
"Listen, Agnes. The last time you tried to make a man give up
part of his money it resulted in your going to prison for two
years."
Aggie sniffed, as if such an outcome were the merest bagatelle.
"But that way was so exciting," she urged, not at all convinced.
"And this way is so safe," Mary rejoined, sharply. "Besides, my
dear, you would not get the money. My way will. Your way was
blackmail; mine is not. Understand?"
"Oh, sure," Aggie replied, grimly, on her way to the door. "It's
clear as Pittsburgh." With that sarcasm directed against legal
subtleties, she tripped daintily out, an entirely ravishing
vision, if somewhat garish as to raiment, and soon in the glances
of admiration that every man cast on her guileless-seeming
beauty, she forgot that she had ever been annoyed.
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