Then he said quietly:
"Because she didn't go there."
"Where did she go, then?" Gilder queried wholly at a loss.
Once again the officer chuckled. It was evident that he was well
pleased with his own ingenuity.
"Nowhere yet," he said at last. "But, just about the time he's
starting for the West I'll have her down at Headquarters.
Demarest will have her indicted before noon. She'll go for trial
in the afternoon. And to-morrow night she'll be sleeping up the
river.... That's where she is going."
Gilder stood motionless for a moment. After all, he was an
ordinary citizen, quite unfamiliar with the recondite methods
familiar to the police.
"But," he said, wonderingly, "you can't do that."
The Inspector laughed, a laugh of disingenuous amusement, for he
understood perfectly the lack of comprehension on the part of his
hearer.
"Well," he said, and his voice sank into a modest rumble that was
none the less still thunderous. "Perhaps I can't!" And then he
beamed broadly, his whole face smiling blandly on the man who
doubted his power.
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