She went to the chair
at the desk, and seated herself in a leisurely fashion that
increased the indignation of the fuming Inspector. She did not
trouble to ask her self-invited guests to sit.
"To whom do I owe the pleasure of this visit, Inspector?" she
remarked coolly. It was noticeable that she said whom and not
what, as if she understood perfectly that the influence of some
person brought him on this errand.
"I have come to have a few quiet words with you," the Inspector
declared, in a mighty voice that set the globes of the
chandeliers a-quiver. Mary disregarded him, and turned to the
other man.
"How do you do, Mr. Demarest?" she said, evenly. "It's four
years since we met, and they've made you District Attorney since
then. Allow me to congratulate you."
Demarest's keen face took on an expression of perplexity.
"I'm puzzled," he confessed. "There is something familiar,
somehow, about you, and yet----" He scrutinized appreciatively
the loveliness of the girl with her classically beautiful face,
that was still individual in its charm, the slim graces of the
tall, lissome form.
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