"You can't go through with this. There's always a weak
link in the chain somewhere. It's up to me to find it, and I
will."
His candor moved her to a like honesty.
"Now," she said, and there was respect in the glance she gave the
stalwart man, "now you really sound dangerous."
There came an interruption, alike unexpected by all. Fannie
appeared at the door.
"Mr. Edward Gilder wishes to see you, Miss Turner," she said,
with no appreciation of anything dynamic in the announcement.
"Shall I show him in?"
"Oh, certainly," Mary answered, with an admirable pretense of
indifference, while Burke glared at Demarest, and the District
Attorney appeared ill at ease.
"He shouldn't have come," Demarest muttered, getting to his feet,
in reply to the puzzled glance of the Inspector.
Then, while Mary sat quietly in her chair at the desk, and the
two men stood watching doubtfully the door, the maid appeared,
stood aside, and said simply, "Mr. Gilder."
There entered the erect, heavy figure of the man whom Mary had
hated through the years.
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