"I'm not going away."
"On the Twentieth Century Limited, this afternoon," the Inspector
declared, in a voice of growing wrath.
"Oh, dear, no!" Mary's assertion was made very quietly, but with
an underlying firmness that irritated the official beyond
endurance.
"I say yes!" The answer was a bellow.
Mary appeared distressed, not frightened. Her words were an
ironic protest against the man's obstreperous noisiness, no more.
"I thought you wanted quiet words with me."
Burke went toward her, in a rage.
"Now, look here, Mollie----" he began harshly.
On the instant, Mary was on her feet, facing him, and there was a
gleam in her eyes as they met his that bade him pause.
"Miss Turner, if you don't mind." She laughed slightly. "For
the present, anyway." She reseated herself tranquilly.
Burke was checked, but he retained his severity of bearing.
"I'm giving you your orders. You will either go to Chicago, or
you'll go up the river."
Mary answered in a voice charged with cynicism.
"If you can convict me.
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