His words were spoken softly,
but tensely.
Nevertheless, Burke held to the topic, but an indefinable change
in his manner rendered it less offensive to the young man.
"Interfere! Huh!" he ejaculated, grinning broadly. "Why, that's
what I'm paid to do. Listen to me, son. The minute you begin
mixing up with crooks, you ain't in a position to give orders to
any one. The crooks have got no rights in the eyes of the
police. Just remember that."
The Inspector spoke the simple truth as he knew it from years of
experience. The theory of the law is that a presumption of
innocence exists until the accused is proven guilty. But the
police are out of sympathy with such finical methods. With them,
the crook is presumed guilty at the outset of whatever may be
charged against him. If need be, there will be proof a-plenty
against him--of the sort that the underworld knows to its sorrow.
But Dick was not listening. His thoughts were again wholly with
the woman he loved, who, as the Inspector declared, had fled from
him.
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