"
Mary regarded the stockily built officer with a half-amused
contempt, which she was at no pains to conceal.
"Working for the New York Central now?" she asked blandly.
The gibe made the Inspector furious.
"I'm working for the good of New York City," he answered
venomously.
Mary let a ripple of cadenced laughter escape her.
"Since when?" she questioned.
A little smile twisted the lips of the District Attorney, but he
caught himself quickly, and spoke with stern gravity.
"Miss Turner, I think you will find that a different tone will
serve you better."
"Oh, let her talk," Burke interjected angrily. "She's only got a
few minutes anyway."
Mary remained unperturbed.
"Very well, then," she said genially, "let us be comfortable
during that little period." She made a gesture of invitation
toward chairs, which Burke disdained to accept; but Demarest
seated himself.
"You'd better be packing your trunk," the Inspector rumbled.
"But why?" Mary inquired, with a tantalizing assumption of
innocence.
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