And Dick took Mary's hand in a
warm clasp, pressed it tenderly.
"I didn't see father," he said happily, "but I left him a note on
his desk at the office."
Then, somehow, the surcharged atmosphere penetrated his
consciousness, and he looked around, to see his father standing
grimly opposite him. But there was no change in his expression
beyond a more radiant smile.
"Hello, Dad!" he cried, joyously. "Then you got my note?"
The voice of the older man came with a sinister force and
saturnine.
"No, Dick, I haven't had any note."
"Then, why?" The young man broke off suddenly. He was become
aware that here was something malignant, with a meaning beyond
his present understanding, for he saw the Inspector and Demarest,
and he knew the two of them for what they were officially.
"What are they doing here?" he demanded suspiciously, staring at
the two.
"Oh, never mind them," Mary said. There was a malevolent gleam
in her violet eyes. This was the recompense of which she had
dreamed through soul-tearing ages.
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