"Another new one," he stuttered finally. Then his anger sought
vent in violent assertion. "But it can't be done!" he shouted.
"You might ask Mr. Demarest," Mary suggested, pleasantly, "as to
whether or not it can be done. The gambling houses can do it,
and so keep on breaking the law. The race track men can do it,
and laugh at the law. The railroad can do it, to restrain its
employees from striking. So, why shouldn't I get one, too? You
see, I have money. I can buy all the law I want. And there's
nothing you can't do with the law, if you have money enough....
Ask Mr. Demarest. He knows."
Burke was fairly gasping over this outrage against his authority.
"Can you beat that!" he rumbled with a raucously sonorous
vehemence. He regarded Mary with a stare of almost reverential
wonder. "A crook appealing to the law!"
There came a new note into the woman's voice as she answered the
gibe.
"No, simply getting justice," she said simply. "That's the
remarkable part of it." She threw off her serious air.
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