BURKE PLOTS.
The butler entered.
"A man to see you, sir," he said.
Gilder made a gesture of irritation, as he sank into the chair at
his desk.
"I can't see any one to-night, Thomas," he exclaimed, sharply.
"But he said it was most important, sir," the servant went on.
He held out the tray insistently.
The master took the card grudgingly. As his eyes caught the
name, his expression changed slightly.
"Very well," he said, "show him up." His glance met the
wondering gaze of his son.
"It's Burke," he explained.
"What on earth can he want--at this time of night?" Dick
exclaimed.
The father smiled grimly.
"You may as well get used to visits from the police." There was
something ghastly in the effort toward playfulness.
A moment later, Inspector Burke entered the room.
"Oh, you're here, too," he said, as his eyes fell on Dick.
"That's good. I wanted to see you, too."
Inspector Burke was, in fact, much concerned over the situation
that had developed. He was a man of undoubted ability, and he
took a keen professional pride in his work.
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