"Perhaps I can't," he repeated. Then the
chuckle came again, and he added emphatically: "But I will!"
Suddenly, his heavy face grew hard. His alert eyes shone
fiercely, with a flash of fire that was known to every patrolman
who had ever reported to the desk when he was lieutenant. His
heavy jaw shot forward aggressively as he spoke.
"Think I'm going to let that girl make a joke of the Police
Department? Why, I'm here to get her--to stop her anyhow. Her
gang is going to break into your house to-night."
"What?" Gilder demanded. "You mean, she's coming here as a
thief?"
"Not exactly," Inspector Burke confessed, "but her pals are
coming to try to pull off something right here. She wouldn't
come, not if I know her. She's too clever for that. Why, if she
knew what Garson was planning to do, she'd stop him."
The Inspector paused suddenly. For a long minute his face was
seamed with thought. Then, he smote his thigh with a blow strong
enough to kill an ox. His face was radiant.
"By God! I've got her!" he cried.
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