"Well,
gentlemen," she concluded, "what are you going to do about it?"
Burke explained.
"This is what I'm going to do about it. One way or another, I'm
going to get you."
The District Attorney, however, judged it advisable to use more
persuasive methods.
"Miss Turner," he said, with an appearance of sincerity, "I'm
going to appeal to your sense of fair play."
Mary's shining eyes met his for a long moment, and before the
challenge in hers, his fell. He remembered then those doubts
that had assailed him when this girl had been sentenced to
prison, remembered the half-hearted plea he had made in her
behalf to Richard Gilder.
"That was killed," Mary said, "killed four years ago."
But Demarest persisted. Influence had been brought to bear on
him. It was for her own sake now that he urged her.
"Let young Gilder alone."
Mary laughed again. But there was no hint of joyousness in the
musical tones. Her answer was frank--brutally frank. She had
nothing to conceal.
"His father sent me away for three years--three years for
something I didn't do.
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